“The northern sky, dark over the sea, is mottled with green that spreads like spilt paint… The green and white reach towards each other and then lunge away like opposing magnets forced together. I tread water, and watch.”
“We come together,Like drops of water, like astral bodies.We oppose each other,Like magnets, like the colors of skin.”
“The edge of a colossal jungle, so dark-green as to be almost black, fringed with white surf, ran straight, like a ruled line, far, far, away along blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist.”
“we are drawn to each other like drops of water, like the planets we repulse each other like magnets, like the color of our skin.”
“It was pleasant to drive back to the hotel in the late afternoon, above a sea as mysteriously colored as the agates and cornelians of childhood, green as green milk, blue as laundry water, wine dark.”
“The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.”