Like fate, destiny, except those aren’t real. Coincidence is as close as we get, but it’s all pareidolic: seeing patterns in things that aren’t there. Faces in clouds. We look for connections because we want to see them. We want everything attached as neatly as possible. It removes the concept – the concern – of what happens if things simply aren’t.
I Still Dream, James Smythe
In every story, there is always a lighthouse, leading one towards something. Of course, a lighthouse really only exists to tell you what to avoid.
I still dream, James Smythe.
Time heals all… but what if Time itself is the disease?
Wings of desire, Wim Wenders
People are forgotten. Eventually no one remembers you.
Hotel Silence, Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir.
Now you’re at the other end of the telescope.
Seven billion stars in her eyes.
So many stars.
So many ways of seeing.
Hey, this is no time not to be alive.
Love Is All We Have Left, U2