we live to drink the milky way
it's tuesday; if there was just one thing i could look through, to bring myself closer to you.
" Look up. This is the season of shooting stars. Light, two thousand years old, still dazzling. Let me see your face, lit up by twenty centuries. Who told me you had stars in your eyes? ('...Let me see your heavenly body.') Star-proof I am not. From a hundred billion others, you hurled yourself down... no definite boundaries, no fixed volume. You could have filled any space but the space you filled was me."
-- jeanette winterson, art & lies, p.148.
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photography by stellae et luna & universetoday.
edited by sobrellevar.
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the jukebox has been singing to the moonlight, who could ask for more?