“I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.”

“All life has emptiness at it's core it is the quiet hollow reed through which the wind of God blows and makes the music that is our life.”

“I saw myself, sharply, as a wanderer, an adventurer, rocking through the world, unanchored.[...]The wind of my life was blowing me away.[...]I take the blue envelope...and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watching the wind carry them away. Yet as I turn and begin walking toward the waiting people, the wind blows some of them back on me.”

“The wind blowing through the cracks in the walls was fitting for this isolated and lonely place.”

“The wind seems to be blowing through the gaps in the conversation like the rushing of empty space.”

“The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.”