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“Though I imagine we're killing ourselves right now in all manner of ways that'll seem insane to people in the future. And as doors to the next world go, a bog ain't a bad choice. It's not quite water and it's not quite land - it's an in-between place.”
― Ransom Riggs, Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

“I step through origins
like a dog turning
its memories of wilderness
on the kitchen mat:

the bog floor shakes,
water cheeps and lisps
as I walk down
rushes and heather.

I love this turf-face,
it's black incisions,
the cooped secrets
of process and ritual:
-"Kinship”
― Seamus Heaney, North

“The marsh did not confine them but defined them and, like any sacred ground, kept their secrets deep. No one cared that they held the land because nobody else wanted it. After all, it was wasteland bog.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing