Two on a Rock

18/5/12

Two on a rock, a photo by JoseAngelGarciaLanda on Flickr.

Other people envied Jove and me. We were clean, wholesome, sexy, together. We displayed our marriage like a trophy and we deid think that we had won it well. We polished the trophy but forgot to polish ourselves. As it shone brighter we dimmed. Did it matter if we were a little dusty, a little worn?
     Our marriage became a thing apart; that is, a thing apart from the two of us. Both of us had a touching faith in its talismanic powers of protection, and it is true that for a time a symbol can outlive the plain fact that the symbol makers haver turned elsewhere.
     We had build our safe tower, put the trophy on the roof and dared lightning to strike.

(Jeanette Winterson, Gut Symmetries, "The Tower").