smoke machine

“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him come in very little stars,
And he can create the face of heaven therefore fine
That all the globe are smitten with night
And pay no worship to the trashy sun.”
(William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet)

“Before you, Bella, my life was sort of a moonless night. Very dark, however there have been stars, points of sunshine and reason. …And then you shot across my sky sort of a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was luster, there was beauty. once you were gone, once the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had modified, however my eyes were blind by the sunshine. I couldn’t see the celebs any longer. And there was no additional reason, for all the world.