"Visited the Planetarium. It restored to me a sense of space and I could detach myself from the..."

Visited the Planetarium. It restored to me a sense of space and I could detach myself from the haunting patients. To walk in the snow with muffled steps, and into a replica of the sky.

I saw, instead of stars, relationships moving like constellations, moving away and towards each other, small, large, pale or vivid, warm or cold, diffuse or clear, and at times exploding. Trailing smoke and plumes, raining sparks, turning, moving, according to an invisible design, according to influences we have not yet been able to measure, analyze, contain.

Coming out again on the white carpet of snow. Silence as the snow falls. I took a long journey away from human tangles. I breathed space and order