writing with burnt hand about the nature of fire

We are only here briefly, and in this moment I want to allow myself joy.

Battlestar Galactica + Silhouettes

“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.” Macbeth (2015)

Slowly I rise up and survey the arena. The lightning there. In the next pie wedge over came the blood rain, where Johanna, Wiress, and Beetee were caught. We would have been in the third section, right next to that, when the fog appeared. And as soon as it was sucked away, the monkeys began to gather in the fourth. Tick, tock. My head snaps to the other side. A couple of hours ago, at around ten, that wave came out of the second section to the left of where the lightning strikes now. At noon. At midnight. At noon.

Jurassic World (2015)

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) Directed by Wes Anderson

I am in blood, stepped in so far. 

Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland, in search of our better selves?