It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many.

—MARGARET ATWOOD

 

 

This is kind of about you

This is kind of about me

We just kind of lost our way

But we were looking to be free

—PJ HARVEY