As the worlds fall down

Right now I think, nobody could look as beautiful as Jennifer Connelly did in the ballroom scene of Labyrinth.

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We’re going in circles

Don’t want to go where we’ve been

You say you don’t know

I say I won’t show

There’s nothing for us here any longer

So say goodbye

 

The phone is still ringing

My heart is in here softly breaking

You catch me crying

I know you’re lying

Oh why, why did you take so long

To say goodbye

(piano)

If I were to tell you

If I were to tell you about her, it would be like describing fire to the first peoples of the world. I would say, it is hot, like the sun, but only much hotter. It is red, like a poppy flower, but a red that moves and shifts in hue. It moves and shifts, like water, but you cannot contain it in the cup of your palms. It consumes wood like a hive of termites will, but leaves behind something black and grey, and finer than sand. When the wood is gone, it, too, is gone.

The first peoples of the world who have not seen fire would think it is like the sun, the poppy, the water, and that which consumes, or a sum of them all. But they have not looked upon the flowing red of a fire, felt the warmth of it, or watched the wood being consumed. They cannot really know it. They can only know of it. 

But then, fire comes into the world again, many times. They look upon it, feel it, use it. They then see that while it is hot like the sun, it is not the sun; while it is red like a poppy, it is not a poppy; while it flows like water, it is not water; while it consumes, it is nothing like a hive of termites, but something different from each or a sum of them all. They then call it ‘fire’. 

When they tell others of fire, the others know not of it, and they then go back to telling them of the sun, the poppy, the water, and that which consumes, even though they know through their own experience that the others will not know fire as they do, no matter how they describe it with all the words in the world. 

She is like the sun, the poppy, the water, and that which consumes. She is like fire, but that is just the beginning of it.

Just walk through

Here’s an enchantment I heard about.

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“There’s a row of shophouses there, right in the middle of a neighbourhood of terraces and bungalows. If we go there one day I’ll show you. There’s this one shophouse, 64A, when you go up it’s a normal home. Has a TV, couch, fridge, normal shit. You won’t think anything of it until you see one of the rooms. 

“It’s an empty room. No furniture. No windows. No colours on the walls. Just plain white floor, plain white walls, plain white ceiling. Fucking spotless. Everything in the room is white, even the door and doorknob. 

“But not the mirror. There’s this creepy mirror right next to the door, it’s a baroque mirror, a black, cast iron baroque mirror- you know those kind where there’s a lot of carvings? If I remember right there’s a knight’s helmet and lots of vines and thorns and flowers. Quite imposing. 

“The creepiest part is- when you look into the mirror, you don’t see yourself. You see the white room you’re in, white wall and ceiling and floor but no person. Maybe it’s this high tech camera thing, or an extremely high definition picture…” 

Apparently what he saw was a gateway charm but was too close minded to realise. He was caught up in the real world of technology and cameras and digital stuff. There’s no room for magic and enchantments anymore. 

If he had just been adventurous and walked through the mirror, he would find himself in a similar room, far, far away. 

 

Seven Sleepless Nights

Night of Passion

Night of Anguish

Night of Debauchery

Night of Conflict

Night of Meditation

Night of Diligence

Night of Mischief

Best closing lines

Higgins: No, your place is away from here. In freedom. If you stay, maybe not tomorrow, maybe not next year, but one day you can only break my heart. If you go you’ll have your whole life ahead, and I’ll have this time to treasure. 

Jennifer: But I care for you.

Higgins: And I- love you. So you see, for me, (they kiss) for me my darling, you must go. 

(Jennifer gets into the Island Hoppers helicopter and flies away)

Magnum: You know Higgins, that was a bit of alright.

Higgins: Don’t hand me that wretched understatement. I was bloody marvellous. 

The way he told a Lie

It was very believable- how he shook his head slowly, the same way you would if you didn’t want to be reminded of the past; how he looked off into the distance, the same way you would if you were lost in the memories of that said past.

He started, stopped, took a drag from the cigarette in his hand. He started again, and looked me in the eyes as he did so, then looked away and gave that head another slow shake, and that cigarette another drag. 

I leaned with my chin upon my palm, my elbow upon the table. It was an old coffee shop table, plywood laminated with a wood grain imprinted plastic veneer, quite curious really, because what lay beneath that veneer was wood anyway. 

In a way I suppose we can compare the man smoking before me with the table we are sharing. He is a human on the inside, making himself look like a human on the outside- with a mask, or veneer, if you will. But being trained to lie like he does, to live a life based on deceiving people, you wonder if he is truly human on the inside.

It was very believable- the twitch of the lip, the ruffling of hair, the exhaling of hesitant breath, all to make it seem like upset him to answer my question. Anyone else would have believed him, but not me.

Liar.

Oh how we dream of days long gone

And I say again, time travel is impossible.

It was said once by a powerful wizard, that Time is like a river, and traveling through it is like climbing out of the river at the point you are at, running along to another point and getting in again. But nobody knows how far outside of the river equals how far in the river. And nobody knows the way to climbing out of the river. Is it through an abandoned cupboard in a forgotten building? Or by means of a 30th century vehicle? I believe we shall never know.

I have stood at Columbus’ side as he discovered the New World, feasted at the tables of Babylon. I have witnessed, first hand, as they razed Troy to the ground. I have opened doors to realms of fire, to cities in the sky, to lands where the dead rule the night. I have crossed oceans on the backs of Leviathans, and traversed the skies with nothing but my wits about me. I have seen everything there is to see, but I have not seen anyone, or anything, like you.

I will live another eternity wishing that I could travel an eternity back to spend this moment again in your presence.