“These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.”
“Every abyss is navigable by little paper boats.”
“Memories dancing through ageless ripples of time, waiting to be shared.”
“But that in any city, in any cluster of people, there a few people who are awake at this hour, who are both awake and dancing, and it’s here that we need to be.”
“There is nothing staid, nothing settled, in this universe. All is rippling, all is dancing; all is quickness and triumph.”
“Even a snail will eventually reach its destination.”