Ives: You remember this? You smell it? The scent… always jogs the memory, don’t you think? Remember the energy? The potency of someone else coursing through your veins? Someone brave. You know the disappointment as it dissipates; the strength slipping from your grasp. The growing, killing need to replenish. But I don’t have to remind you of that. You’re feeling it right now.
Ravenous-levels of homoeroticism and carnism…