Into the Great Wide Open

"He hasn't even learned to stop himself.  He's always on the way to somewhere else, always becoming, always leaving; so that things come real only at the moment he leaves them.  The present is a formless fog, a blur of bright lights noises and a few concrete certainties:  I'm afraid, I'm hungry, I want to see you, I'm lonely.  Then he departs, and through the rearview mirror he can see the outlines snap into shape:  I should have, I could have, I didn't.  Junie, he thinks.  She was alive inside him, sleeping, taking shape through every waking and sleeping hour.  He could feel the memory of her anytime on the surface of his skin: he still can.  Juni, he thinks.  He was in love; she loved him.  It should have been enough."


Kevin Canty - Into the Great Wide Open