Everyone wants the wings. Nobody wants the tumbling dark before them — the long minute where you are only falling and there is no evidence anything will catch you. But that minute is the whole initiation, the descent that is secretly an ascent. I fell once, for real, and something met me in the air. I am telling you the dark is not the accident. The dark is the door.
"the dark is not the accident, the dark is the door" — the whole re-enchantment project in nine words
she keeps almost telling us what caught her and then not telling us. rose. ROSE.
watched this before a flight. normal flight. still cried at the drink cart.