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​The Landscape of the body

Rosalie:
Our
spirits--it's so
simple--float around
in space and it all makes
sense when you realize the planet Earth has these fishing hooks on it. What we call gravity is fishing hooks
and all the nice things in
the world are baited on those hooks and our spirits floating up there all loose and aimless spy those baited hooks and
we bite. And we are reeled down onto this planet and
we spend the rest of our
stayon this planet trying to freeour moths of that hook,
fighting, fighting.

John Guare 2006

You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to Earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The Earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe.