Planetary Signatures

THE WEAVE:

Athena leans

over Vesta’s shoulder,

where she is clicking

and clacking, into the computer…

"Vesta, what are you doing?"

Vesta jumps, and resettles,
"I'm turning my brain
into a Game, of Bandersnatch,"
she says matter of fact,
without looking back at her.

"So it's like
a choose your own
adventure novel?"

"Yes."

"Why do that though?"

Vesta takes a deep breath,
and doles out some run on
sentences, "Well I watched 
these Reels about ADHD,
and I think I probably
have it, though I've never
been diagnosed, and who
fucking cares, at this point,
BUT, I wonder if this is
a common trait, among fae
babies.  If their brains
work like mine, it's fun
to press buttons, and follow
the dopamine, PLUS, I am
the only Librarian in this joint."

"I see," Athena says,
but she doesn't, "So it is
like you are making
your own web."

"Yeah, pretty soon, it will
connect in loops, patterns
and spirals..." Vesta trails.

"How charming," Athena furrows,
in glanced concern, at Vesta,
"Does anyone read it?"

Vesta shrugs and waves her
aWay, having been interrogated
enough for one day, "It is
like a book burning:
built, but few feel
comfortable looking at it.
Call it, a hobby
if you must."