“Oh, this place! God, just – look at it. It’s amazing. Just miles and miles of amazing.”

“Miles and miles of nothing more like.”

“No, you’re not looking hard enough! Because that’s what’s so wonderful about this place. Hear the nothing. See the nothing.”

“Smell the rancid.”

“You’re too much of a city fuck. Because, this place – these miles and miles and nothing… The city’s all well and good for the everyday but today I just felt like running and I ran here. I can feel this uninterrupted wind – no buildings or cars of people to get in the way – just pure… sea breeze. My hair hasn’t moved this way in months. And you know, I feel sad that you can’t see this. Because this is so beautiful. And yeah, it’s miles and miles of nothing… but what a beautiful nothing. Why can’t you see? Just because there’s no skyscrapers out there… or theme parks or double decker buses. Can’t you see that green and blue and nothing are the only things that matter. Am I the only one who can see?”