Arise! Arise, oh sleeper! Feel the morning’s shine burn your skin as it smolders last day’s dark. May the madness of hope guide your weary feet, light and steady. Dance on, oh riser, dance on.
The woodstove in the Cosmic Collider
"People taking photos aren’t doing it because they want to document it to look back on it four years from now and go: ‘Remember that day!?’ They take them because they want to look back when they have nothing left, and go: ‘Remember that day!?’"