All the best songs were leaving songs, it seemed to Ivy, or hurting songs. There were lots of good ones of those. Life was hard and life hurt and you had to drive fast and drive far, Ivy thought, to get clear of it. When the rains came and the world ended you'd have to float hard and paddle fast. There was no end to it. A hearse, she thought, was nothing but one more getaway car.
excerpt from
A Work in Digress
David Williams
2012
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