Half-Mad to Give Birth to a Dancing Star

"If one is not half-mad how can one give birth to a dancing star?" - Friedrich Nietzsche

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" - Jack Kerouac

D. must have had this in mind during our anniversary. I didn't even fancy having an anniversary. We had a party in P. with wine and booze and salad and pizza and friends and she asked us to come up the rooftop. The floor was covered with rose petals, set-up with small chairs, candles and lamps. As she greets me, fireworks lit like a spider across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and D. goes “Happy Anniversary, J___.”