“Harriet played for as long as she could, played until the sound of her music was gone; played until she could no longer hear her own breathing, her own heartbeat, and all that remained was dark; until there was nothing and that nothing was everything and it went on and on and on and on and on.
And when she finally opened her eyes, all she saw was light.”
~ Simon Strantzas, In This Twilight
Nothing Is Everything













