"Sometimes I rest in the stillness -- far out there, on the way back. I stop and I am held without the weight of my life. Suspended. Listening to the cacophony of noise rise from that little circle. Into my inky blackness, and I look back to their home. It took me a long time to realize I was different from them. That I was not the clothes I was wearing." -- LOOKING BACK FROM SO FAR OUT (2015) ...