![….As I watched a place become a person I saw us from another point of view. Touring your city, those rivers and bridges, those blooming flowers and lemon-headed birds, I began to feel my own city re-mapped by what was not in yours. Our cities, perhaps were like another hand, something we could not touch each other with, address each other from. When you showed me the river the first time, I imagined you were the current, flowing away from me. You leaned over and kissed me. I turned back and glimpsed a new geography. I saw you and me as outlines, large land masses, deep seas, and not a single name written on a dot of territory. I slipped this vision into my back pocket and kept it a secret. On that first trip, we were both calculating quietly. No action taken. An easy waiting, a bemused hesitation…
[Love’s Geography: Peggy Phelan]Performance Research 5(3), Taylor & Francis Ltd. 2000](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m95nv3y1ld1r0yz5to1_500.jpg)
….As I watched a place become a person I saw us from another point of view. Touring your city, those rivers and bridges, those blooming flowers and lemon-headed birds, I began to feel my own city re-mapped by what was not in yours. Our cities, perhaps were like another hand, something we could not touch each other with, address each other from. When you showed me the river the first time, I imagined you were the current, flowing away from me. You leaned over and kissed me. I turned back and glimpsed a new geography. I saw you and me as outlines, large land masses, deep seas, and not a single name written on a dot of territory. I slipped this vision into my back pocket and kept it a secret. On that first trip, we were both calculating quietly. No action taken. An easy waiting, a bemused hesitation…
[Love’s Geography: Peggy Phelan]
Performance Research 5(3), Taylor & Francis Ltd. 2000
