Michael Ciavarella, Alex Ippoliti and Ross Coulter “Imagine something mysterious rises to the surface on a summer afternoon – shows itself and is gone before it can be identified… By the end of the afternoon, the shape – whatever it was – can barely be remembered. No one can be made to state it was absolutely thus and so. Nothing can be conjured of its size. In the end the sighting is rejected, becoming something only dimly thought on: dreadful but unreal… Thus, whatever rose towards the light is left to sink unnamed: a shape that passes slowly through a dream. Waking, all we remember is the awesome presence, while a shadow lying dormant in the twilight whispers from the other side reason: I am here. I wait.” – Timothy Findley, Famous Last Words.