This is a week of feeling rocks in our pockets, making the wounded voice heard, and imagination. This week tastes like charred fish but smells like rose syrup and watermelon. It looks like a hazy pink and blue sky from which bombs are dropped. It has the texture of wool with debris caught in it. The sound is something like “All of Everything, Erased” by Kevin Devine.
This is another dense forecast. There is a lot going on in the world right now and that is always the time when I feel most strongly compelled to write, when it feels like there’s a real, undeniable point.
Below are your transits for the next week.