" How do I stop this misery?” I groaned, scanning the shelves for a cure.

“Don’t go out there,” he said flatly.

I contemplated this reasonable observation for about sixteen seconds. Move to town. Hang out at the laundromat. Have eight children. Then I melted back into the pinon-juniper forest. "

― Ellen Meloy , The Last Cheater's Waltz: Beauty and Violence in the Desert Southwest