Not for nothing, but this scene makes me cry every single time I see it. That is Dean, widowed a-fucking-gain, finding someplace to put his bootless love. Like, why did they make me watch this? Why did they break my fucking heart like this?
"Grace to live at all—none of us did anything to deserve it. Being born. We spend our lives trying to figure out how to pay back the debt of being. And to whom we might pay it."
— Kaveh Akbar, Martyr!: A Novel (Knopf, January 23, 2024)
October had tremendous possibility. The summer's oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures. They made me believe in miracles.