Fights and fingers. Girls and women. Clouds and resolutions. Romance, death, turquoise, distance and proximity, rock candy, released balloons, sobbings, sickness, freedom, chickens and roosters, pulling out of orbits, into space. Space, fields, fauns, phones, limp apologies and days of silence. Redemption. And the space of going outward, offward, onward. What kind of chariot will we ride, and into what kind of future?