His pupils were pinprick motes in their murky green surroundings, and they did not let in light, and they did not allow any spare thought to escape. He barely looked human.
The idea of a tower that headed straight down played with a twinned sensation of vertigo and a fascination with structure... I kept seeing the inside of nautilus shells and other naturally occurring patterns balanced against a sudden leap off a cliff into the unknown.
"A little rejection and you’re ready to throw fists? I would’ve thought you were raised better than that." A taunt creeps back into Andrey's words. "It’s not as if though we’ve rescinded every invitation. You’re still free to come by our apartment, if you’d like."
He falls into a false sleep first, where time is absent but paradoxically has form. Maybe it’s a membrane, with an unmappable space between, and the tears on each end are his only evidence of anything having occurred.
The stars are our contemporaries, our travel companions, and hence their apparent immobility: we are forging ahead together. The way will be long and the time too, until we reach old age, death, and finally, resurrection.
I know nothing now that I know you
My face goes blank
My eyes go open gates
And the world can go (in them)
And the world can stay and make us wealthy
And take away
So, I hold nothing
We are creators. Constructors. Builders. Where are we supposed to build? What's the point of erecting a castle on ice if the construction project ends in February?
There's nothing to see. There's no one out here to witness the miracle in the old house, that small breath of the impossible. Just Peter and Andrey, who are and have always been alone.
Peter muffles a sob. He buries his face in Andrey's scarf.
"It makes sense, doesn’t it? And Zeus set upon him a long-winged eagle, which ate at his immortal liver—"
"—but by night the liver grew as much again everyway," Daniil and Andrey say at once.
The thing grows from the ground and stretches up, disappearing into the black broken air of the roof. It looks like the spine of some great creature, straightened unnaturally and crawling towards the sky, its expanse segmented into the tough individual arrows of fibulae.
I saw this vision of the tower driven into the earth in vast and intricate detail as we all stood there, and, looking back, I mark it as the first irrational thought I had once we had reached our destination.