I Fly - You Die
April 2011
13 posts
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
— Edgar Allan Poe
Mrs. Darling: When I came into the room tonight, I saw a face at the window…
… the face of a little boy.
… Two flights up?
… This is not the first time. Last week, I was drowsing here by the fire…
…I felt a draught and looked up, and in the center of the room I saw that same little boy.
… I screamed. Nana sprang at him. The boy leapt out of the window ~ and escaped…
… but not before the window had closed and cut his shadow clean off.
Nana had no doubt of what was the best thing to do with this shadow. She hung it out at the window, meaning “He is sure to come back for it; let us put it where he can get it easily without disturbing the children.”
from Peter Pan (1924)