If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired - F. Scott Fitzgerald

This is a valley of ashes — a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-gray men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight.

Don't you know you can't do anything about people?

He was her DARK FAIRYTALE and She was his TWISTED FANTASY. Together they made MAGIC.