To understand me is to go back to a grave in Cebu. I lost her many years ago, but her comet- like light has blazed through my life, making my days helical. I turn this way and that, always returning and then leaving again, referencing and collecting, like solving a mystery that just cannot be grasped. Love cuts and sews through space and time. A science fiction of sorts, speculative and resistant to tidy conclusions. Come and take my hand. Let’s walk through this glorious mess, this singular, seating, and star-bright life. January 5, 2025 Inspired by Beth Kempton’s Winter Writing Sanctuary Day 8 and episodes 1 and 3 of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (I have never seen it, but my friend, M, described it to me so beautifully, I have never forgotten it). Image of spaceman by Rohit Choudhari of Unsplash
