There was nothing for her anywhere, but this black disintegration. Yet, within all the great attack of disintegration upon her, she remained herself. It was the terrible core of all her suffering, that she was always herself. Never could she escape that.

D.H. Lawrence, The Rainbow

People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can’t rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.

The Crow | 1994 | dir. Alex Proyas

“I am utterly spellbound in a fairy tale of my own making.”

— Anais Nin

Anne Sexton, The Witch’s Life