Written from the forks of the creeks. The wastes. The brakes. The maugre sinks. Mostly in Texas. But from everywhere, really, that is better seen from below, from off to the side or from the standpoint of our better dead.

“Oh, a thousand years / Will hardly leach," he thought, "this dust of that fire." - Robinson Jeffers
“But I look to the creek, and I say: It scatters, it comes and goes.” - Annie Dillard