- Vol. 03
- Chapter 04
Image by Grant Wood
This House Between Our Ears
HE: This house between our ears, dearest, is mine.
SHE: Is it not the Trinity's domain? I see how you look- but you must know! Nothing is ours; nothing is ours.
HE: Oh, relent! Relent falsifying ourselves, ourself. There is no Trinity but my fork! But we are.
SHE: "But we are." Of all the pitch You could speak, that is the most defiling. This house between our ears, darling, is cold.