Okay, diverting in another direction if necessary UB Boy will do. Face the bloody light, kill his own darlings, right. But, once carried out, what is left to give hope?
The Hunt
God would I like shooting castles in the air. God would I like shooting islands in the sea. And see the air and see the sea crying castles
drowning islands, RIP. Castles made of air, islands made of sea. Then what is there to give hope, then what’s there to be shot.