...silently i'm sinking; one man crew on this ship of fools,
No sky, no stars to guide it on it's course.

This vessel called Vicarious, impaled and slowly tilting
in an under current that shows no remorse...

If it’s that fucking easy, somebody let the light in…

“I’ve always wondered if beauty is simply trying to capture something you never had,” Sydney says, “or if it’s something you once had in childhood that you want back. The wonder of it, say, or the magnificence.”

“It’s the light,” Ben says. “The same scene on a cloudy day is depressing as hell.”

~excerpt from Body Surfing by Anita Shreve~