July 2011
“I’m not sure if I can turn away from facing the window where the sky goes on forever..I keep trying to find where it meets the ground but I can’t.. the snow matching the color of the sky or the other way around.. I can’t be sure.. either way it’s impossible to tell the difference and I wonder if I could run to where they touch and if I would disappear when I got there.”
—Perfect World by Brian James