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Cancer season and the anatomy of a shell

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Cancer season begins today. Tropical zodiac has always been a profound fascination for me, because, unlike what other astrology enthusiasts might have you think, tropical did and still does gauge some liege of effect, powerful as one might strain, not at all obsolete and, in my opinion, valid to this very day. Astrology has always dealt with the interpretation of human kind to the celestial bodies and their apparent movements in the sky.   It is called ‘apparent’ because our peripheral vision is so deeply flawed, limited and unreliable, that when compared to the scientific findings of such observations, we discover a large gap between our understanding of reality and the real reality. Mercury does not actually move backwards, but from our point of view, it reaches a point so close to the sun that it appears that it has begun circling backwards and away before returning to its forward movement.  An expendable eye out in the universe would lead you see that, in truth, mercury a...

Gemini season and the illusion of duality

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                                                                    Photo by Charlotte May According to the western astrology of the northern hemisphere, today marks the beginning of Gemini. It’s also a fascinating coincidence that yesterday, the 20th, was the pseudo-romantic day for Chinese, since its numerals beautifully mirrors the phrase I love you: 我 can be substituted for 五,爱 for 二,and 你 for 零 . 五二零 becomes then a shadow of 我爱你 ,520 becomes then a sort of unofficial yearly declaration of romanticism. Gemini, in the same vein, is the birth of two sides of the same coin. A perfect couple, if you will, the twin flames and the twosome that are deeply, profoundly in love. In essence, Gemini can be viewed as a variation of ‘siblings’ as well, two identities coming out together from the same womb. The womb might as well ...

A Love Letter to Mike White, (because if he can’t read it, the rest of the world can)

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I firmly believe that closed doors don’t mean words don’t matter, so here we are. This was originally going to be sent to Mr. White alone. I’ve even created an IMDB Pro account and attempted to contact a few of his representatives —but to no avail. So, on this merry day I reckoned, why not just share it with the world? What began as a letter to Mike White became a meditation on storytelling, homecoming, and why we’re all just droplets waiting to return to the ocean.                                                                              Photography by: Nathan Perkel/Vulture Dear Mike, I’ve been wanting to write to you for sometime now — after watching the gut-wrenching finale of season 3, I thought, now it’s the time. To thank you maybe? To tell you how much I appreciate the artistry, the h...

a letter to a pilot who never replied,

Hello M — , Whether you will be reading this whilst still at your layover in Beijing, or maybe you will finally open it in a different land, know that it has been composed while both of us share the same night sky. I am wondering whether I should be introducing myself through these lines — in fear this email might end up in the junks, I must uphold with rules of conduct. This email is not dedicated for potential business collaborations — I am sure you get so many of sorts, especially with your recent surge of followers, nor is it a scam attempt at spamming you with any ads. In fact, I come to you from Instagram. One day, as many things in life, you just popped in my feed, and I have observed your meticulous lifestyle, as any other of your many fans, I’ve relished in the exquisiteness of details you seem to have a particular knack for. Aviation has been one of my closest domains at heart, not that I had dreams of accessing it, I am as clumsy as one can get. My best friend though is an a...

Another Poem

  #3 Sing that song in your head, Do it now. Finish that book, don’t skip the pages, Play the piano, if you don’t know how, Pretend to. Listen to the waves clashing, listen to Ancient instruments from civilizations Who disappeared from the face of the earth. Ask old people things you Won’t find online. Listen to a stranger’s story. Try and read what the clouds are telling you, Teach a small child something, as simple as Not picking up a growing flower, halting its process, as big as the importance Of a daily embrace. Tell that person how much you love them, and share Your many ways of loving. Forgive those who wronged you in the peace of night, In the privacy of your mind, be at peace with who You really are. Accept how you walk, eat and speak.Always, be kind. Laugh whenever you can and when you can’t, Jump at opportunities like a frog jumps on a pond, Live as in a fairy tale, believe in things like Fairies and goblins, write down your dreams and Remember to dream even in daylight....