stars in your multitudes

"900 days. For all the hours we have lost, we must make amends."

"Does it feel like flesh, Matthew? Because to me, it does no longer. This world, the world where I carve a place for myself, the world of men, it would turn on me, tear my flesh from my bones and feed me to the crows. And so each step I have taken, I have hardened myself, each step, every day, the creep of it unrelenting until, one morning, I touch myself and wonder if I am not, after all, become stone."