oh captain, my captain.

“It was good, and nothing good is truly lost. It stays part of a person, becomes part of their character. So part of you goes everywhere with me. And part of me is yours, forever.”

“I want us to become a language for euphoria, an alphabet of limbs”

“i intended to heal you, but an enraged, salty sea possessed me and dashed against the wounds on your already tender hands. do not blame me! blame the entity!”

“Last night I was with you all night in my dreams. I woke with the taste of your all-night presence on my lips and eyelids.”

   “I have a theory,” she said. I nodded at her to continue and she said, “There’s this fireplace downstairs. I think I went down there for some reason. To hide, maybe. I thought it was all my fault my mother died. And I hit my head on the marble. My brain bled. I died.”     She watched me.     “Right,” I said. “I don’t think that’s possible.”    “Why don’t you think it’s possible?” she asked. “Because everyone can see me?”    “It’s not that. It’s just that it seems to me that the dead only return for love or for revenge. Who did you come back for?”

Time flies - oh yes; that summer should be here again; and I still have the faculty of wonder at it. The world swinging round again and bringing its green and blue close to one's eyes.