If I wrote a self-help book, I would write that you will survive the seemingly endless days of seeing only surfaces – you will! – and then someday you will discover a gap, a break in the surface (which for you will have become as uniform as a starless night). And then I would call your attention to the gap between Bogart’s arm and torso, which may be exactly what you’ve been looking for, but of course this is your journey, not mine, and that’s for you to decide.⠀