The End of Night
[A Retrospective] Cruising tangent to the atmosphere, time compresses and lengthens, up is sometimes down, and at times we fly from yesterday into tomorrow…Adapting our perception to the depths and shallows of the aerial twilight in which we dwell, we revel in the day’s transitions without concern for whether the moon is setting or rising, or whether it is the end of night or the beginning of day…That said, we live for a thousand moments, then we live for a thousand more…each moment incomprehensibly connected as we move along the way. We stop to breath, measuring our pulse, each moment energizing and invigorating us while running through us like sound across a wire as we are the fiber that connects these moments.
The Aerial Horizon 