"The light was astonishing today, the air whitening the sunlight, the cold burnishing the blue, the light like absence of smell in the air, both bright and bleaching. There seemed to be no dapple, no interplay of shadow and light. In the sun there was glittering, blintering blaze with a stark radian
"We construct human realities around the things we make and build. We give them names and identities that are bound up with what they used to be, or what we wish them to be, or what we think they’re for." Richard Smyth: An Indifference of Birds.