A mixtape for an Autumn Moon.
The Moon is nothing but a light in the distance, a point out there somewhere, that just keeps moving. It keeps you guessing and stumbling. It looks like it's something that needs to be moved toward. It feels like it's something that you want. You gravitate to it regardless of what your gut is telling you to do. You've clumsily submitted to it. You encourage the lack of precision that it has - the ways that it errs are as interesting as the ways that it connects - its many faces, its different steps and combinations. Connecting the stars that spell trouble and yet stress the beauty of what it all can become if it's done right. The Moon provides the details and repeats repeats repeats that there might be something to gain out of these crazy searches.
The right Autumn Moon is a private ocean.
Did I say "The Moon"?
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