endless empty clamoring
"I spent a week drinking the sunlight of Winnetka, California where they understand the weight of human hearts. See, sorrow gets too heavy and joy, it tends to hold you with the fear that it eventually departs. And the truth is I've been dreaming of some tired, tranquil place where the weather won't get trapped inside my bones and if all these years of searching find one sympathetic face, then it's there i'll plant my seeds and make my home."
