Faith

As every night passes, my faith in the unknown increases. I can no longer die. Only to self. Transcending mind made hells is the first step toward enlightenment, towards freedom and strength that knows no boundaries and yields to no master, except for the One

Edward Hopper: Nighthawks (1942)

The diner was a place of refuge, absolutely, but there was no visible entrance, no way to get in or out. There was a cartoonish, ochre-coloured door at the back of the painting, leading perhaps into a grimy kitchen. But from the street, the room was sealed: an urban aquarium, a glass cell.