From Fanny Howe’s Indivisible (p. 124):
“Bricks frame my view from this seat and I think the water wants to be saturated like a cloth dragged through the water the way it runs so lamely.”
And then at the bottom of the page comes this exchange:
“Mimi asked: ‘Which would you rather be when you die—the air or the earth?’
‘Please, the water,’ I told her.
‘And you?’
‘We will never be ether,’ is what I think I heard her say.”