"I’ve been reading a lot of myths lately, and I feel for the ones we’re telling stories about.
I wonder what Icarus must have felt when he took that first draft of air up into the clouds.
I wonder what Echo felt when she saw Narcissus for the first time.
Was Icarus free?
Was Echo in love?
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if they met.
You see, they know what it’s like to want something.
I wonder what Icarus felt when he tried to kiss the sun.
I wonder what Echo felt the moment Narcissus saw her.
Then Icarus touched the water and Echo vanished into the air, and I still wonder.
Why do I continue stretching out my hands when yours are closed?”