Josh Quirion

“With the water whooshing easy underneath, the stars hanging lazily overhead, and Meadow Jackson holding him like this and him holding her like that, Everett determined that he would catalog this moment. Recording moments was a practice he’d learnt from his mother when he was a boy. 'Whenever a special time leaves you with that bodiless feeling, like you are happening to it, and not it to you, record it,' she told him. 'Those moments have the ability to defend you during the longest, darkest nights. In those moments,' she’d say, 'you feel as though you could reinvent the world or eat it whole.”
― Josh Quirion, Towners & Other Stories

“Their last night in the clouds was comparable to the others, with one exception. They didn’t sleep. Instead, they touched life fully and felt downright complete in the small darkness and shelter of the tent.

They drank coffee and were well awake in the endlessness of the unforgettable now. The bags beneath their eyes were testaments to a life worth living, and at sunrise, they sat together on the mountainside and learnt something about infinity and about each other.”
― Josh Quirion, Towners & Other Stories