Going after lost things was as uncertain as prayer.
There was nowhere for him to hide in such a song that had all of its doors and windows open, so that he could walk out of it artlessly, the antiphonal responses blending with him as though he were no longer on the stage.
She refused to deny chance and fate with a permanent agreement, there was no such thing, and he himself was on no moral pinnacle to be able to negotiate. Through all their years together, she refused to give the needed comfort about her faithfulness to this man who was suddenly conscious of the sacredness of property.
Note: Quoted in LIB.com "Divisadero", 3/11/14.
He did not know whether she was a lens to focus the past or a fog to obliterate it.