VigOrli:

Sometimes I wish I could freeze him, capture him in crystal, save him away forever. Just to have him be still for one moment when I could look at him when he's not asleep. Take in the color of his eyes, the texture of his skin, the small flaws in his face. The strength of his muscles, the tendons in his arms, the scar on his spine. All the bits and parts that make up Orlando.

Film is the best I can do and even that fails. He is nothing without movement, without life. Beauty frozen; appreciated, maybe, but dead.