Alone with You in the Ether

by Olivie Blake

That was the torment of it, of art, and the perpetual idolatry of its creation. For every sensation Regan could conjure, there was an artist who had beautifully suffered the same.

“because it is and it was and it will be, all at once.”

“So when people say we’re alone in the ether…?” “Alone in everything. In time and space, in existence, in religion.”