[Deserters], they’ve given up everything. Oaths. Families. When you desert, it breaks you. It leaves you willing to do anything, because you’ve already given away everything you could have cared about losing.

Fishing is water hunting, and I’m casting my net wide as we speak. I’m in the desert, fishing for fossils.

Where is my oasis? Too far fromhere for me to crawl with thesedead legs, refusing to co-operateHands and fingers clawing uselesslythrough the grains of sand…

In the desert, the only god is a well.