I would not know what to say to you, except this: there was never a map that got it all right, and truth and beauty were never married to one another for long.
Reif LarsenI was only twelve, but through the slow, inevitable burn of a thousand sunrises and sunsets, a thousand maps traced and retraced, I had already absorbed the valuable precept that everything crumbled into itself eventually, and to cultivate a crankiness about this was just a waste of time.
Reif Larsen