My Papaw covered his yard in whirligigs that he made out of used coke cans and mountain dew
bottles. It was a sight to behold. You ever see such a thing?

How could my grandfather, who terrified me so deeply, create something that I found so damn
exciting? I have never been overly interested in easy things. My instincts are rooted in unsettled
places. And mistakes.

Your brain and your guts speak two different languages and I want to slide in between them.
Like when a singer is so taken, so completely overcome, the voice can’t keep up. That point
where the heart overwhelms the brain and then you hear it - the crack. That is the most beautiful
sound in the world. That is what I am always looking for.