I believe there is no better mixture of sensations available to the human soul, than that which is provided by a Summer night sky.

Often, I feel as though the whole of life on this World is set to take from me. There are remedies for this; certainly there are many remedies. For the most part, I find they are little more than sandbags, designed to hold at bay the ever-rising tide of Want and Take. Rare is the sort of thing that does not seek to take – that does not seek at all. I find this odd sort of generosity in the form of the Summer night sky.

Most of us have felt the liberation of a cool night breeze on the heels of a hot day. Some nights, I want to light icy fire to that night breeze by jumping into my car with no place to go, lowering every window and driving as fast as I can to nowhere.

Where is nowhere? I don’t know. I don’t even want to know where it is; it is enough that I may know what it is. So what is nowhere? To be honest, I betray its essence by even asking the question, and even more so by attempting to answer. Because that’s the whole point of nowhere, isn’t it? It’s a place you needn’t ask questions like that. It’s a place to only be – to cease wanting, to cease striving, to cease pretending, to cease taking – it is a place to breathe.