space .


I'm saving all my energy to pick up when you move into my airspace
And something's coming over me, I see you in the doorway
I can't control the part of me that swells up when you move into my airspace


act III scene III .

Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,

Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices

That, if I then had waked after long sleep

Will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming

The clouds methought would open and show riches

Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked

I cried to dream again


don't make plans .

...He appeared at my elbow...
'Do you know what you look like standing there?'
'What?' I accepted the glass of red wine he was holding out.
'Like an alien who's landed on earth and only just discovered they don't know how to breathe oxygen.'

the kick .

whatever i hoped to find there i would not find or, by the act of finding it, making it my own, i would thereby lose it .