Here we all still are, just post- une nouvelle lune. What an interesting mars / mois, the nostalgia has been w i l d as of late. It's like a montage of carefully-curated memories flicker at the forefront of my mind, in combination with some incredible stills of what is yet to come. I am waiting (im)patiently for compassion to trump complacency (!), I am waiting for a stroke of luck and for a dream to come true. The method and meaning of everything seems to rear its little daisy-head through the fog and haze of the stress and anxiety and denial of everything that is happening all around us. The fear of it all reminds me of the same moon we see at night, it's the same sun and moon that orbit around this planet that we all share altogether.
The contrast of every day, the distance so surreal it almost seems metaphorical? And I wonder why this was meant to be, because that seems important. The delicate balance of resistance and community and sacrifice and compromise and discomfort :: I am fearful of the fear, because when it felt like it was just me, it seemed like the entire weight of the world and now it's the world, it's the terror multiplied by seven point something billion and,no pun intended, it feels impossible to breathe under the immensity of everything. outside, You could cut the air, the tension is unreal.
The contrast of every day, the distance so surreal it almost seems metaphorical? And I wonder why this was meant to be, because that seems important. The delicate balance of resistance and community and sacrifice and compromise and discomfort :: I am fearful of the fear, because when it felt like it was just me, it seemed like the entire weight of the world and now it's the world, it's the terror multiplied by seven point something billion and,
" But whatever , let's get lost on mars... " - Dula Peeps
With love, A. x
