“A high-speed collision gave a new sense of sightTo meAnd now my vision can render the sceneA blurry image of wreckage and roadside debrisHappiness returned to meThrough a grave emergency”

“When the thing that emerged from the collision of sex and freedom, called love, collided with the thing that emerged from the collision of time and memory, called history, the dreams began to come.”

“The mind, stretched to new dimensions by images, thoughts and ideas, can never return to its former shape.”

“There I sat, in the wreckage of my apartment, in the wreckage of my life – no love, no prospects, a gnawing sense of existential futility along with the certainty that a better life was being lived by everyone else”

“Like poetry, in times of intense emotion the image returns to me. Like poetry, it stroked my soul and, by turns, lulled and stoked my senses.”

“A new generation of satellites carries highly sensitive radars that can measure the size of waves on the water surface. Making use of the relationship between wind speed and the amplitude of small surface waves, a wind-speed map...was created.”