“The River Thames was catching reflections of city lights in its watery gaze. The Shard cut through the night like a silent mountain, it stood tall, brightly lit, and aloof, while the older buildings shimmered in the background, showcasing the many scars of London’s troubled history.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Dying in Champoussin

“Berlin is a city where dreams die and nightmares awaken.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Dying in Champoussin

“Cannes thrives on the art of illusion, a city where reality and fantasy blur.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Dying in Champoussin

“He could see Cannes shimmering in the distance, like a mirage it haunted him. A mirage, so nearby yet so far out of reach, a mirage of light and elegance, a mirage of fame and excess, a place where modern mythologies came to life, if only temporarily.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Dying in Champoussin

“Beauty is akin to poison. Poison that smoothers us, intoxicates us and then slowly kills us.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Dying in Champoussin

“As he got closer to the harbour he once again noticed how yachts in Monaco’s harbour were cathedrals of wealth, enormous floating sanctuaries where the Gods of luxury were worshipped.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Dying in Champoussin

“The skyline was a jagged silhouette against the setting sun, a collage of monetary ambition and cultural decadence.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Dying in Champoussin

“Outside the snow continued its diligent job of covering up the earth’s scars and imperfections, till one day it would melt and everything would come undone. And time would march on, seemingly never ending, yet always just at the edge of collapse.”
― Ryan Gelpke, Dying in Champoussin