“Then even your most stubborn muscle grows weary, & sends it whirling through your bloodstream & your blood carries it, everywhere in your body at once, so there is no more moving. So you sit, on the floor of the toy store, like the end of an avalanche, each rock, tree, & small wish of you crushed, heaped. & the scream of your total defeat is the cry that brought the mountain down.” BloodDefeatWeary Author:Chen Chen