To designate a dreamed world well, it is necessary to mark it with a happiness.
Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Reverie.
Or perhaps only with a hopefulness, however slight. Making light out of the dark, against all odds. Against the darkest signs reality keeps on sending you from out there. On a daily basis. Opening up the tiniest aperture where grace can somehow still coexist with this sense of irrecoverable loss.