I went mad, a god hurt me, I fell. - Anne Carson

When I contemplate the physical spaces that articulate the letters 'I love you' in a written text, I may be led to think about other spaces, for example the space that lies between 'you' in the text and you in my life.

[Short Talk on the Sensation of Airplane Takeoff] Well you know I wonder, it could be love running toward my life with its arms up yelling let’s buy it what a bargain!

And now time is rushing towards them

where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces,

night at their back.