I’m not the most fanatic when it comes to astrology, but I do believe how the universe around us laid as we came into existence has some kind of effect on our being. I went to an art opening last night that had an astrological theme, coinciding with the start of Scorpio season. A friend invited me, so I went in blind. We were given stickers that labeled us with our sun and moon signs, then later asked to participate in the performance depending on what we had in us. I was standing in the front room of the gallery by myself when the artists took the performance over and had Libras pick up a sculpture of our constellation. We orbited around the space and smashed ourselves through a print I was staring at alone. There was a conversation happening on it that touched me. It read:
“Hey” 5:13 p.m.
“Hello. It’s me.” 5:46 p.m.
“Hello you” 5:48 p.m.
“I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meet” 5:57 p.m.
“Sounds good” 5:57 p.m.
“To go over everything” 6:01 p.m.
“Everything?” 6:01 p.m.
“They say that times supposed to heal you, but I ain’t done much healing.” 6:37 p.m.
“Healing from what?” 6:38 p.m.
“Hello, can you hear me?” 6:41 p.m.
“?” 6:42 p.m.
Over this screenshot are collages and motifs of different Zodiac signs. The artists said these represented different people and relationships in their lives. Maybe the print was a real conversation between one of the artists and someone they loved or still love. Maybe a team of strangers, thinly connected by their birthdays, breaking through the screen of an emotional conversation happening on the disconnected surface of technology was an act of catharsis more for the artists than for a group of people who never participated in team sports; never understood the rush footballers get when they rip through a banner; head full speed towards concussion city, the occasional bit of Glory.
Maybe?
It was a good show and a good way to end Libra season. So much has happened in this last year, if I don’t sit in a quiet corner of the library and write it all down it might get lost. I’m currently working on a few music writing pieces that I’ll be publishing elsewhere. Yes, it’s a .club. The Yaeji set I went to last Friday had me curled in bed at 4 a.m. writing and editing away and the [redacted] interview I did the next day is going to be the most intimate piece I’ll have worked on so far. I’m excited to share both. And [redacted], you’re up next.
Sleeping is hard when my mind is running laps around my body, but I’m getting over a cold that didn’t manage to slow me down. My friends make me laugh. My love life exists. I’m trying my best and meeting people who are trying their best, too. Not a bad way to start off another year around the sun.
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