Teddy told me that in Greek, nostalgia literally means ‘the pain from an old wound’. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone.
This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards. It takes us to a place where we ache to go again.
It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels. Round and around, and back home again…
To a place where we know we were loved.
The Last Unicorn
Well we’ll kiss for that’s how it begins,
We’ll embrace just to warm our skins.
I’ll think of her and you’ll think of him.
And we’ll talk to keep the silence from our ears,
And we’ll laugh because we’re so close to tears,
We’re just lonely, you know, that’s why we’re here.
Cos you don’t taste like you should,
And you don’t fit in my arms like she would.
Lying in the dark, it’s understood:
We are both lost.
And we won’t be found.
We will wake up with each other in our paws,
You cover over white bits like I’ve not seen them before.
We’ll say goodbye and then we’ll say no more.
Cause hearts won’t buy love and nor will they sell,
And there is no love in this hotel.
Though we’re walking home we know too well
We are both lost
We are both lost
And we won’t be found.
She was my compass,
He was your map,
We’ve come too far to be turning back.
And we’ll sit on our single beds,
Nothing on our hearts and tears on our threads,
For we know the last unicorn is dead.
We’ll embrace just to warm our skins.
I’ll think of her and you’ll think of him.
And we’ll talk to keep the silence from our ears,
And we’ll laugh because we’re so close to tears,
We’re just lonely, you know, that’s why we’re here.
Cos you don’t taste like you should,
And you don’t fit in my arms like she would.
Lying in the dark, it’s understood:
We are both lost.
And we won’t be found.
We will wake up with each other in our paws,
You cover over white bits like I’ve not seen them before.
We’ll say goodbye and then we’ll say no more.
Cause hearts won’t buy love and nor will they sell,
And there is no love in this hotel.
Though we’re walking home we know too well
We are both lost
We are both lost
And we won’t be found.
She was my compass,
He was your map,
We’ve come too far to be turning back.
And we’ll sit on our single beds,
Nothing on our hearts and tears on our threads,
For we know the last unicorn is dead.
Two things define you. Your patience when you have nothing, and your attitude when you have everything.
Sacrifice what you are, for what you will become.
Eric Thomas
at Brighton Beach
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