Stars are very beautiful.
Even a few years ago I would have been an astronaut. I didn’t know how a star worked. I would have collected them and brought them home. They would have been worth a fortune and I would give them away.
Where we are, this girl and me, there aren’t enough stars. Instead there’s lamposts.
You never get to know a star because each one is a dead thing already.
And a star is a fire. I don’t tell her this but as I’m searching for a good spot I’m giving her a star. I pour this fluid in a corner of the room and climb out. A few seconds later she has a star. The biggest star ever, right here instead of a cricket club.
Then later I’ll get to know her better.