A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam

I'm doing another influences post, because otherwise I'm going to post a rant about things that are getting under my skin at the moment. They're unrelated to this afternoon, which was awesome and actually very productive (once Simone and I realized that we needed not to talk about art direction in video games).

(  'I can look at things I never looked at. I can attach faces to grief and love and pity and God. I can be brave.' - The Things They Carried, page 172 )