bright lights in a dark place always look sad.
imagine a room bath in darkness. a window overlooking a street. the surrounds of the window aglow with neon lights. flashing. flashing.

or the chasing lights around a window that is looking into a dark room.

a funfair with a giant ferris wheel. perhaps a fairy carousel. brightly lit. gay. but deserted.

a long staight motorway fringed by nothing but wasteland and littered with the occasional motel. eatery. with a great big neon arrow flashing "food here".

No man is an island, entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less,
as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were;
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.

The wisdom of Nick Cave - Into My Arms

can't seem to spend enough time with her.
and it's valentine's day tmr...

i must remember that i will decide what songs are to to be played should i ever get married. poor girl.

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know darling that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms O Lord
Into my arms O Lord
Into my arms O Lord
Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms
And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

unlock your imagination......
the saddest thing about finding neverland is coming out of the theatre still the same person you went in as. no epiphanies. no great revelation. there was enlightenment sure. but just a wee bit. what has been told was already known. it's just the bitterness of knowing that yes, i have lost whatever the movie was trying to bring across. this whimsicality, bewilderment, zest for life, joie de vivre that is lost. never to be found. and no movie will have half a chance of bring it back. never finding land.