She's One Of The Few People Able

There’s Something About Hospital Walls; Though Only Made Of Bricks And Plaster, When You’re Inside Them The Noise, The Reality Of The Teeming City Beyond, Disappears; It’s Just Outside The Door, But It Might As Well Be A Magical Land Far, Far Away.

When You Love Someone You’ll Do Just About Anything To Keep Them.

It Is A Cruel, Ironical Art, Photography. The Dragging Of Captured Moments Into The Future; Moments That Should Have Been Allowed To Be Evaporate Into The Past; Should Exist Only In Memories, Glimpsed Through The Fog Of Events That Came After. Photographs Force Us To See People Before Their Future Weighed Them Down.

Reluctance To Begin Is Quick To Befriend Procrastination. . . .

The World Was An Awfully Large Place And It Wasn't Easy To Find A Person Who'd Gone Missing Sixty Years Earlier, Even If That Person Was Oneself.