Walking back to the ship, he started questioning his mortality at this point. The pain and blood had accumulated in his head and in his helmet. He lifted up the receiver to communicate with ground control. He told them not to be afraid and he asked them to send love to his wife. As he said it her face flashed in his mind, her dark eyes and full lips. At that moment he never loved her more. He cut off communiqué with ground control. He wasn’t scared, he told himself. The blood had reached his mouth. Tasting it, he came to the resolve to walk out of his capsule. He touched the moon one last time and jumped out into eternity of space and floated into the embrace of infinity. He grabbed at the clasp of his helmet, taking off his lifeline. The blood that had accumulated seeped out in controlled droplets like glowing red mercury. He took a long breath in, tasting space and let out his last sigh…
Tubes, tubes, filled his mouth. Straps held him fast to a bed he stared to scream, gagging on the tubes that invaded his system. The pain in his arm waxed and waned, like the moon. He looked down at them. The appearance of holes left there long ago showed in his mind. A faceless man in white tightened his restraints and injected something into his shoulder making him drowsy and distant. Before he fell under he saw a face, beautiful, dark, the lips spoke of love and a name the name was Tom….
I love this interpretation of space oddity! I remember being so curious to find out what happened to major Tom when I was younger. Loveee the imagery and symbolism!
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I have connected the dots
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so I’m looking for a reference right??
And I find this cool picture of David bowie
But wait
sir…
YOUR HAND??!? IS IT OKAY!!??????
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Dorchester Hotel, 1972 📸: Mick Rock
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Remembering Marc Bolan on his birthday. Born to boogie.
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David Bowie performing "TVC15" in 1976
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