THE WEAVE:
Vesta and Lilith
meet up, at the Satellite
Lookout…
"Pudding made us a puzzle," Vesta grins, holding up a printed piece of paper, ruddy cheeked and breathing heavily, from running up the hill, to the Lookout. "Oh yeah? Lets See it," Lilith says as she snatches it up, where she has been waiting for her. She reads aloud: 'You are All philosophers. Only One of you is alive, and All of you are Dead, GO.' "I've only read Thoreau off this list," Lilith quips, "I read him, and I read my own Life, in his Words." "OK great, you can be the, 'walks two miles in snow for fun' guy, alWays dropping in for dinner. Who's left?" Vesta asks. "Bukowski, I've never read him, but I've Seen him in quoted sprinklings, and images. He is a drunk, doing what he wants. Vesta, I think that's you." Lilith surmises. "Fine," Vesta agrees as she squints into her computer, "Google says, Francis Barnes, went to Divinity school, I think that makes him Athena. Who's left? "Nietzsche, he Loves Power & Shit," Lilith explains, "I've only read snippets of him, while biblio-mancing." "Sounds like, Persephone's kind of guy," Vesta shrugs. "Agreed," nods Lilith. "TIME!" "How fast this Time, through the maze?" "Our fastest rat race yet," V grins.
Planetary Signatures 