heroes

And just as music is the space between notes, just as the stars are beautiful because of the space between them, just as the sun strikes raindrops at a certain angle and throws a prism of color across the sky—so the space where I exist, and want to keep existing, and to be quite frank I hope I die in, is exactly this middle distance: where despair struck pure otherness and created something sublime.

Faceva freddo. Il vento mi tagliava le dita. Ero senza fiato. Non ero stato mai più contento.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.

We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.