Dark Constellations
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When you can't say things out loud, you must write them down. This is not a choice, it's the core of life, connection. I just try to do that...
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Burn My Words so Yours Can Live
5th May, 1933, Berlin Remember the first time we met? That time on Opernplatz in a crowd? You coming out from the opera, wearing your black suit and your hair done up like that? Me wearing my brown shirt patrolling, my hair like that? I didn't know I was looking for you at the time, but I remember when our eyes met I thought: "Ah, there you are!"
By Dark Constellations11 months ago in History
Post-travel you and the emptiness that follows
I put my backpack on the floor. The birds are starting to chime in a new day, but I’m going to bed. I’m jet lagged, tired but wide awake. My hands feels bigger when I press the door handle and walks into my bedroom. It’s all so familiar. It should be. It’s been my home all my life.
By Dark Constellations12 months ago in Psyche
Finding Time to Write in the Spaces of a Busy Day
In the hustle and bustle of daily life, finding time to write can seem like an impossible task. Between work, chores, and social obligations, the day flies by, leaving little room for creative pursuits. Night comes and your staring at the ceiling. Another day gone by without writing a single word.
By Dark Constellationsabout a year ago in Motivation
Publishing the Book no one Asked for but Kept You Going
A haunted motel in the middle of the desert. A lonely traveler with her car pulls into the parking lot and a sense of destiny looms in the night. Meeting a mysterious photographer looking for his brother who went missing when looking for stars and aliens, what will happen to the misfits of the motel?
By Dark Constellationsabout a year ago in Motivation
Another Multitude of Her
When things went wrong, we used to say it was the multiverse crashing into us that was to blame. Like an old superstition in the olden time. Crashing your car was the multiverse. If you said or did something you regretted, you blamed it on the other you from the multiverse. Overtime again was the multiverse curse.
By Dark Constellationsabout a year ago in Futurism
Through the City
I warm my hands with water from the faucet. Not as warm as I'd like, but not many public restrooms have burning hot water anymore. I squeeze out as much soap as possible, rubbing my palms. First, I rub the right palm over the back of my left hand, interlacing my fingers. I clench one fist and scrub the back of my fingers against the opposite palm, then move to polish my thumb. My fingers, the back of my hands, and my palms turn red as I rinse. Not trusting when the paper was last replaced, I take out my own, meticulously drying each finger, getting under the nails, tracing the lines of my palm. Dry. I use the paper to turn off the faucet.
By Dark Constellationsabout a year ago in Futurism
Summer in November
One place in time, I walk towards her. She was laying underneath the apple tree in full blossom. I can see the green canopy roof, swaying in the wind, and smell the roses soon to be sweet apples. The grass caresses my hands. If I try hard I can almost feel them tickling my fingertips. I sat down beside her and she looked up from her book.
By Dark Constellationsabout a year ago in Futurism
Changelings of Science
It was dark, that’s the first thing that came to mind, the first thing I would remember. Not until I had accepted the darkness, the sound registered. Faint, like sounds in a shell on the beach, muted so as to not wake me from the slumber I was breaking free from.
By Dark Constellationsabout a year ago in Longevity
