Theresa Williams
The Galaxy to Ourselves
We don't have the old gods to birth us to wonder. Movies change us in small ways. We cry in the dark where nobody can see us. In Starman a being of pure light comes to Earth from a star unknown and suffers the needs this body has for sex and Dutch apple pie. But we seem to have the galaxy to ourselves. When the beloved dies, there are no second chances.
mayfly sun on its wings
 a brief glittering |