You've seen someone getting drunk with a purpose before. Maybe it was your father or your sister. Maybe you've looked in the mirror once or twice late at night or on one of those awful mornings when you started in early. There's a cone of darkness that comes spiraling out from the middle of your forehead. It's like black water, or like cold, cold space, like a black hole. It'll pull you in. It wants to pull you into yourself through that hole in the middle of your forehead.
- Josh Ritter, The Great Glorious Goddamn of It All, p. 79
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