Pang
What I wanted seems a grubby thing now, content with its little aches, its own filth and paws. Hungry still. Metal pang on tongue rooting blindly. Wanted.
"This'll turn into something else, but when it does I'll be somewhere else."
- Travis
"but whatever you do, don't
and remember, forget what I said about Watzernaym, miss or hit, she didn't love me
but not in the way I wanted not to be loved, I've had enough
and that's only a start"
- Robert Kroetsch