being.

'The problem was that when all you're trying to do is survive, the universe seems a cold and hostile place. We needed a purpose. To distract us from our awareness of being a single spark of human warmth in an infinite expanse of silence. One small candle in the infinite night of being.'

 

Michael Swanwick

 

 

the rain
this city
the weekend
brown and pink fleece blankets
white wine
our lives, finally ours