i typically bunker in on full moons though this aries lunar moment hit different … showered days off, walked charlie then strutted to st. marks for lukaza’s opening at printed matter, accompanied by hannah nutter, a dear friend in magic and great expanses. we delighted over a mix of fresh vegetables and chicken at MáLà Project, soaked in relationship lessons and made witchy meaning of it all, reminding me of how/why and in what time-spaces i fall in love with this city over and over again. it felt like a day prior to covid-19 (not in a counter-revolutionary way — more like nostalgia), something i will never experience but can marinate in a replica of. on a whim, purchased Lykke Li Apollo Theater mezzanine tickets, which felt ordinarily historic, butt-kissed mushroom chocolates on the uptown C, and giggled over ephemeralities or perhaps envietabilites of stardom, babes making art for babes.
Lykke Li’s showmanship was extraordinary. Years of cultivation wrapped in a electrically pretty bow of lightgasms and enough industry money for a back-up dancer. When Lykke Li played Possibility, I wept hiding tears.
Bounce walking in my Dries van Noten jacket and white short shorts underneath Aries full moon felt like a compelling life. As we rode the downtown 3 to Brooklyn, i thought about made up myths … hannah poignantly noted, the stories’ fallacies did not matter so much .. though i wonder if i relinquish lies, truth might have enough room to breath so … here are mythical narratives in my brain:
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