"The truth is that there comes a time/ When we can mourn no more over music/ That is so much motionless sound./ There comes a time when the waltz/ Is no longer a mode of desire, a mode/ Of revealing desire and is empty of shadows./ Too many waltzes have ended."
- Wallace Stevens, Sad Strains of a Gay Waltz
TITLE - "Zestless"
WHERE - Port Moody, B.C. (2014)