|Another day chasing the Californian sun, this time in an Artic Pole excursion mode. Let the memories of this day last forever.|
“Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next. ”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves.