2004-07-14 --- 8:55 p.m.
Another layer of myself has been rubbed away revealing fresh skin.
I think this relationship has gasped its last breath.
It's time to move and create new passions to set my nerves aflame.
If you cannot live without my ramblings you will find pieces of me caught in the collision of two galaxies, wrapped inside each other as dizzy lovers clinging on for life.
Your head's like mine, like all of our heads. Big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and turning stars. Whole universes fit in there!
But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over.
The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that the tune's all we are - Grant Morrison (The Invisibles)