Usagi
"you ever look for that man dangling off the moon?"
I begin this year with a near undecipherable comment from my late night gas station attendant. Desperate to share his meditation in a similar way that I do here I suppose. An interpretation somewhere between an assumed astigmatism or a spacex launch that I'll never truly be certain of.
Acknowledging you've been cheated on with full truth carries a strange weight along with it..
But of there's two things I deify most in the world it's the cathode ray and the light of la bella luna.
Brought back to a tripped diatribe about the clutter of starlink. The artificial detritus of a night sky most universally sacred. Shared with my head against ribs while their head rested against gravel. A stimulated ding reaching out into the far sky of pebbles hitting cast iron from various distances. My active shooter...
"I could hit all those satellites and clear that sky for you..."
Statements of my former sun God Nika. Free and loving. Laughing with air pressed fourth not by ourselves, but the universe itself. Ready to bring me the sky... A creature I can only assume long dead for my own grievous comfort.
I sit here evaluating my own needs against a taste most untouchable. Sanctified by our times true video-nasties. I am a thing that may simply remain enjoyed but never truly seen again. Longing for something that once promised me the dark veil overhead, a marksman that would have brought those dangling legs to earth, provoking them to let go...