yes I mean-mugged a woman at the design within reach outlet store
bibliomancy forecast for the week of may 26
the three of wands, and Bhanu Kapil’s Humanimal:
39.i. “I saw two white ghosts, their hair hanging down in knots to their knees, drinking from the water with three wolves; another wolf, the mother, was hanging back from the bank. When she saw me, she growled and in an instant, the wolves and the two ghosts had disappeared into the trees.”
the aleatory
Why, yes—if by “wand” you mean “talon,” and if by “talon” you mean “talent.”
If your ghosts drink the water without disturbing the surface.
If you came back to life in an Ace Hardware and don’t know how you got there.
If you always forget the difference between annuals and perennials (don’t they seem like the exact same thing?).
If your sky is newspaper and your windows are white blocks.
If you hate the Russian man talking loudly on his cell phone at the Design Within Reach outlet in Oxnard because he stole the price tag off of the shelving unit you were going to buy, so you cold-stared his wife/mother (really, couldn’t tell) until it was time to leave the store.
If you bruise easily/blood flies from your body at an alarming rate.
Then yes—if by “wand” you mean “talon,” your talents are sharp enough to stick in the dartboard.
If you throw hard.
If your aim is true.
the forecast
All pettiness enacted this week will seem like justice. (Until a later date, when it will reveal itself.) But if that’s worth it to you, give them hell.
writing prompt
Put up a picture of your enemy and use it as a dartboard. If you don’t have an enemy, get one. (The writing will take care of itself.)
a chune
“Soul Serenade” by Aretha Franklin
Sometimes I have this strange experience of hearing a song that I remember hearing as a child, a song that at the time made me think—when I’m an adult, I’ll feel that way. When I hear it again as an adult, I have the same exact thought. But now it’s like seeing into another room at an angle. A room that isn’t far away. (For whatever reason “Tears Dry On Their Own” has exactly the same feeling. It seems like all I need is a blue raincoat and a handbag to make it happen.)
credits: small spells tarot deck by Rachel Howe
Humanimal by Bhanu Kapil
I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You by Aretha Franklin
Dear diary, lately I have the enchanted feeling of something coming together. You know how, at the beginning of a trip, you wonder what kind of trip it will be and how you will remember it later? And then there’s a distinctive moment of some kind, and everything afterwards crystallizes around it into a a memorable unit of time? I feel like that, but in a life sense. (Don’t just tell me it’s spring—it’s always spring in California.) XS
you are absolutely on fire rn