[ She changes her name, he changes her address, but some things stay the same. She still leaves angry marks round his throat when they fuck and he still uses a straight razor to shave. She still collects ink and he still collects scars, tiny ones, crescent shaped across his shoulders and down his back, patterned out in constellations of love and lust.
Also: he still drives. (He hates it, but he still does it, and she still doesn't know why.)
They're cutting across Europe, west to east, when Marling twists about in her seat to fish something out of one of her purses. The midnight blue glow of the night around them cuts away to bright white as the highway dips underground and the sound of the car's engine fills the cab, bounced back and forth in the enclosed space of the tunnel. In order to hear the radio when she finally pops the tape in, Marling turns it all the way up so loud the speakers rattle in their settings. Tipping her head back, she settles into her seat once more, Etta James crooning on the stereo. ]
Dream when you're feeling blue. Dream that's the thing to do. Just watch the smoke rings rise in the air, And I know you'll find your share of memories there—
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Also: he still drives. (He hates it, but he still does it, and she still doesn't know why.)
They're cutting across Europe, west to east, when Marling twists about in her seat to fish something out of one of her purses. The midnight blue glow of the night around them cuts away to bright white as the highway dips underground and the sound of the car's engine fills the cab, bounced back and forth in the enclosed space of the tunnel. In order to hear the radio when she finally pops the tape in, Marling turns it all the way up so loud the speakers rattle in their settings. Tipping her head back, she settles into her seat once more, Etta James crooning on the stereo. ]