life rx 9 mar 24
don't u like me for me
judgement, and a line from Vigdis Hjorth’s Long Live the Post Horn!: “Outside the post office I watched the inky sky fill with stars and a glossy, smiling moon appear above the snowy spruces. It's like a postcard, I thought, not banal, just improbable.
You must answer boldly, I reminded myself.”
the aleatory
Once, when I was mad at somebody, a friend suggested that I imagine I was seeing them again after 300 years. Would the thing I was mad about still matter? Oh my god, no. After 300 years, I would greet them with tears in my eyes. I would want to remember this part of life. If I remembered anything about them, it would probably be with fondness, because I think time makes it harder to judge anyone. (Fitting that I don’t even remember what I was mad about to bring this advice.) That’s why in the final judgement, everything rises. And that’s why swift judgments are so harsh.
the assignment
Remember what you were really mad about five years ago. Can you? Are you still? How has time changed your judgment?
writing prompt
Think of a judgment someone else has made of you—and answer it boldly.
a chune
“Pristine,” Snail Mail
credits: small spells tarot deck by Rachel Howe
Love Live the Post Horn! by Vigdis Hjorth
“Pristine” by Snail Mail
Dear diary, but what if it hasn’t been 300 years yet? X Sarah