kenkantor: Things I never see.
kenkantor: He believe in blacker blacks and whiter whites, but had no theory of color.
kenkantor: The exact middle of nowhere.
kenkantor: This is how we live.
kenkantor: The evening was pierced by a thousand points of light. And that's only counting the refinery.
kenkantor: I know you know this, too.
kenkantor: Everything is always under the weather.
kenkantor: Nothing could be better than New York in the rain, and nothing could be worse.