Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.
“Three bikers in metallized boots and Mad Max leathers sat at the outdoor tables. They formed a feral presence in the hypermodern complex, like carrion-birds on a skyscraper cornice, filling an unplanned niche in the ecology of the future.”
J. G. Ballard | Super-Cannes