Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names. ~John Milton

 

“It's like one of those summer nights with your friends by the ocean. You're drinking straight from the bottle, singing the memories of the best years and for just that night you're infinite. You're exactly where you're supposed to be. There is no future. You have earned the present.

And I'm taking trains to nowhere, hoping to be able to hold on to these few moments on stage every night. And I'm thinking that I'm me,
and this very moment.

I'm actually okay with that.”

― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps