“In Montréal spring is like an autopsy. Everyone wants to see the inside of the frozen mammoth. Girls rip off their sleeves and the flesh is sweet and white, like wood under green bark. From the streets a sexual manifesto rises like an inflating tire, “the winter has not killed us again!””
it’s super sexual !! here’s the section abt it in the book I’m reading, just because I think it underlines the story of that sex a little more (might be of interest!)
generally I think worship/godliness/sex is so strongly intertwined in his work, i’m enjoying reading more about how they all intersect <3
