Do you think you can put your finger on it? Do you really mean it when you say that everything is beautiful? Do you mean it when you say there is no beauty? Or that beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Where does the notion come from? Like a magnetisation, drawing towards an un-nameable name. Where were you when you fell in love and where was your love before? And what is it now? I’ve no idea. This is attractive, that is not. It’s futile really. Seeing as I’m certain of nothing, I’m certain of this; if you could see absolute, innate undeniable beauty, then Casey is as close as you can get without your entire world falling apart.