Tzakouzi

“In the great meteor shower of August, the Perseid, I wail all day for the shooting stars I miss. They’re out there showering down, committing hara-kiri in a flame of fatal attraction, and hissing perhaps at last into the ocean. But at dawn what looks like a blue dome clamps down over me like a lid on a pot. The stars and planets could smash and I’d never know. Only a piece of ashen moon occasionally climbs up or down the inside of the dome, and our local star without surcease explodes on our heads. We have really only that one light, one source for all power, and yet we must turn away from it by universal decree. Nobody here on the planet seems aware of this strange, powerful taboo, that we all walk about carefully averting our faces, this way and that, lest our eyes be blasted forever.”
― Annie Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek

“The two of you, like headphone wires tangling, caught up in this something. A happy accident. A messy miracle.”
― Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water

“All night I float
in the shallow ponds
while the moon wanders burning,
bone white,
among the milky stems.”
― Mary Oliver, Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver

“They stand in each other’s arms, already naked and so alive. They glow in the dark like the white flowers, like allegorical statues in a midnight garden. Youth. Love. Stupidity. Lust.”
― Anne de Marcken, It Lasts Forever and Then It's Over