Simply because a utopia is not directly, easily replicable in the world does not make it superficial.

Yet the branches still strain for sunlight

The wind will break your heart, just as it broke all our hearts. But that’s why you’re here.

Start by chopping the onions.

he dreamt of green sunlight

The world of Bebop is an agnostic one, without any palpable cosmic order or cohesion.

The door, open and welcoming, leaks steadily onto the desk.

His loss is deeply felt, and yet his phantasmal presence still exists.

Names do not rise from nothing.

I asked the dragon why he was here and not home, and he said it was because he could no longer see where he was flying.

When art succeeds, it casts light on the world as it is, in all its shades and complexities, socially and psychologically.

Write the lines that have lost all feeling.

Adventure romance exalts the wonder and mystery that exist outside the mechanistic conventions of mundane life.

they came in droves

Some days the water is sharp, each and every spot that glitters like razors slicing across our bare skin.

The only reason anyone gets a new skin is to become someone else.

It functions as a kind of magnifying glass, making vivid what is otherwise blurred and vague.

Clicking teeth keep time in the skeleton cafe.

It is what turns a disembodied abstraction into life.

In the morning, she left. I stood watching long after she was out of sight.