Why do we come this far and never farther? Why can't we climb the final stair? What would we see there if we could?
Madness string 1708
To everyone else, the world is full of junk, meaningless, empty, broken things. But to Nina, every shape, every colour, texture, smell, they all tell a story, they're all worth treasuring. I wouldn't wish what she has on anyone, but every now and then I get a glimpse of what she sees...