The Great Starry Void
The sheltering sky, the devouring vastness.
The eye wants to sleep but the head is no mattress.
What words are there to tell how long a night can be?
Drunk with love, I wander in the dark.
I looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.
Jonathan Safron Foer,
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close