" They were so close now that their various yellow probes of wrist-light puddled around them and caught the grass around my elbows. They were islands of authority in the night, with immense theoretical power over us, but, like us, they were small and alone; the night was huger than any of us. And we were more a part of the night than they. This was their property, their station, and we were trespassing on it but they could not see us. When they turned and went back indoors, I felt almost as if I could fly. "

― William T. Vollmann , Riding Toward Everywhere