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The ocean arranged as a museum with its light on floors: gold at the foyer, cathedral blue in the middle, and a midnight gallery that lights itself.

Board the midnight-blue sleeper in Vienna, hand over your passport, and let the train do the rest while borders pass over you like weather.

A coastal grove at dusk, a tree older than the cathedrals, and one unbroken thread of water travelling from the roots to the highest needle.

You rise from your own roof and keep going, past every planet, until the stars thicken into a cloud with three dark columns standing in the middle of it.

A provincial bathhouse at the gentlest hour of its day: the crowd gone home, the lamps being lit, and a floor warmed by a fire nobody sees.

A boy on a Greek shore who never stopped asking what is this, and the twenty-three centuries of patient looking that followed.