with sound capsules
nourish reminiscence
of a
second zine
space
angel december 2021
S P E C A N A
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i t w a s a l o n e l y n i g h t
a n d i d r e a m t o f a s p a c e a n g e l
w i t h w h o m i f l o a t e d a n d
t h e
d i d
p o s s i b i l i t y
n o t
o f g r a v i t y
t h r e a t e n m y e x i s t e n c e
i n e i t h e r k n o w w h o i t i s
n o r
a l l
c a n
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i r e c a l l h o w i t l o o k s
c a n r e m e m b e r i s t h a t
i t h a d a h a l o l i k e w i n g s
c u p i d h a n d s a n d
a s i n g l e n e p t u n e e a r r i n g
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memory .01 memory .01 memory .01
28.04.2021
a space___________________________________________________________________________________angel
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reminiscence_________________________________________________________________________________of
somewhere on the ground [ The world is so big, there must be a place where I’ll feel like I belong – somewhere on the ground where I won’t have to pretend someone else’s expectations are what I need to grow. ]
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memory .02 memory .02 memory .02
18.02.2021
a space___________________________________________________________________________________angel
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reminiscence_________________________________________________________________________________of
venus planet of love [ I lit my Venus candle and played Mitski to hear her say “Venus planet of love was destroyed by global warming, did its people want too much?” to feel something real and tangible. ]
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memory .03 memory .03 memory .03
03.05.20211
a space___________________________________________________________________________________angel
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reminiscence_________________________________________________________________________________of
a cloud with a potential of a heart [ Getting distracted by moving clouds and the shapes they adapt. There’s one cloud with a potential of a heart, maybe it’s carrying a love letter to someone living 2 houses away from me. ]
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memory .04 memory .04 memory .04
10.05.20211
a space___________________________________________________________________________________angel
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reminiscence_________________________________________________________________________________of
anything from the heart [ Out of all the photos on my desk wall, the “anything from the heart” I hung exactly a year ago keeps falling because of the heat off the wall. I wonder if the heat inside my heart has cooled down or have I consumed too much that there’s nothing left? ]
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memory .05 memory .05 memory .05
16.04.20211
a space___________________________________________________________________________________angel
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reminiscence_________________________________________________________________________________of
a heart-shaped strand of hair [ I was feeling down the past few days then while I was showering, I found a heart-shaped strand of hair had fallen on my forearm and I took that as a sign to keep wearing my heart on my sleeve, despite how tough it might get. ]
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memory .06 memory .06 memory .06
10.02.2021
a space___________________________________________________________________________________angel
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reminiscence_________________________________________________________________________________of
sad on planes [ I miss being sad on planes. At least it used to feel like my sadness was so small compared to the vast sky and that it’d end once I reach the other side. But lately, it’s taken up my whole room. It’s too big and suffocating, leaving no space for me to rest. ]
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