The isolation spins its mysterious cocoon, focusing the mind on one place, one time, one rhythm - the turning of the light. The island knows no other human voices, no other footprints. On the Offshore Lights you can live any story you want to tell yourself, and no one will say you're wrong: not the seagulls, not the prisms, not the wind.
M. L. StedmanYears bleach away the sense of things until all that's left is a bone-white past, stripped of feeling and significance.
M. L. StedmanWe live with the decisions we makeThatโs what bravery is. Standing by the consequences of your mistakes.
M. L. Stedman