There is an exquisite poem by Walt Whitman which describes a man drifting away from a cold scientific lecture and simply going out to gaze "in perfect silence" at the stars above his head. Brendan Monroe has taken a page from his graphic novel Islands and refashioned it as the perfectly composed "visual poem" you see here. It is hushed and haunting and minimalist in the very best sense of that often used (and abused) term. And if loneliness is what YOU detect in the work, that's all right. Pascal once wrote of "the eternal silence of infinite spaces" ... What's ultimately important is that this journey through the universe should never cease for you or anyone else.