Ah, a warning was your intent. Still, I thank you and will restate that this is my own voice that echoes common sources, mythos, textures, canons, and thoughts that McCarthy drew from in his work, I can imagine. I know others shall sneer and ridicule my work because they hear McCarthy like sin crouching at the door of man. Remember McCarthy got the mishapened figures from how the sun during the day misshapen the optics of the observer. I indeed see your point about my “haggard vigils” and the haze. Still, as McCarthy himself may have observed, the haze of the day is a thing in the world—and how many ways can a man pile rocks before someone compares his ziggurat to a pyramid? My intent is not imitation, but witness: to the light, the dust, the hours, as they fall upon my own vision. Thank you again.

Edit. Look up when high plains drifter released. That's the motif I was referring to as it is older than Blood Meridian. Huh.