“It was a state of aloneness. It was the kind of place that started shooting political prisoners because it suspected that they would enjoy solitary confinement and internal exile too much.” — Will Wiles Copy Share Image
“I was woken by a shell-burst in the trench of sleep. Heart skipping, with eyes fighting light, my thoughts sprang up like a field… — Will Wiles Copy Share Image
“My sensitive soul was no longer held down by heavy chains of duty and distraction -- it would now (I had theorized) take wing. But I was gripped by a kind of dull horror. Even in perfect conditions, I couldn't muster the perfect mood to be all that I wanted to be. I simply could not do it. If nothing… — Will Wiles Copy Share
“It was a state of aloneness. It was the kind of place that started shooting political prisoners because it suspected that they would enjoy… — Will Wiles Copy Share Image
“Nothing snubs quite like a cat. What evolutionary purpose did it serve, this inherent disdain, this artful blanking?” — Will Wiles Copy Share Image
“A room is not just a room. A room is a manifestation of a state of mind, the product of an intelligence. Either conscious… — Will Wiles Copy Share Image
“Europe's skies are older than America's; Europe's clouds start over there and by the time they reach here they are tired and ragged from… — Will Wiles Copy Share Image
“There is a moment between sleeping and waking where one is free. Consciousness has returned, but awareness has yet to rip away the thin… — Will Wiles Copy Share Image
“Furniture is like that. Used and enjoyed as intended, it absorbs the experience and exudes it back into the atmosphere, but if simply bought… — Will Wiles Copy Share Image
