Indeed — Why Should I

An Artist's Concern Is To Capture Beauty Wherever He Finds It.

Memory, I Realize, Can Be An Unreliable Thing; Often It Is Heavily Coloured By The Circumstances In Which One Remembers.

I Can See,’ Miss Emily Said, ‘that It Might Look As Though You Were Simply Pawns In A Game. It Can Certainly Be Looked At Like That. But Think Of It. You Were Lucky Pawns. There Was A Certain Climate And Now It’s Gone. You Have To Accept That Sometimes That’s How Things Happen In The World. People’s Opinions, Their Feelings, They Go One Way, Then The Other. It Just So Happens You Grew Up At A Certain Point In This Process.’ ‘it Might Be Just Some Trend That Came And Went,’ I Said. ‘but For Us, It’s Our Life.

Even The Solitude, I've Actually Grown To Quite Like... I Do Like The Feeling Of Getting Into My Little Car, Knowing For The Next Couple Of Hours I'll Have Only The Roads, The Big Gray Sky And My Daydreams For Company.

There Was Surely Nothing To Indicate At The Time That Such Evidently Small Incidents Would Render Whole Dreams Forever Irredeemable.