I can do anything. Unfortunately the list of things I can make myself care about is significantly shorter. Loving someone who doesn’t love back is not love. The more elastic and quick the tongue, high register and head voice, throaty tones, pinched tones. They seemed like children, led into the crowded bar space, each one in a mixture of leather, hairspray and chain, a relaxed and intense demeanor, mezzo voce, lilting above the noise, amplified and piercing, floating gently into the rumbling crash and boom.
Lord Malinov, Song of Songs