LIFE
The Purple Cloud in the Black Abyss
A story about love in isolation
Disclaimer: This essay isn’t a review but discusses the 2024 film Spaceman.
“I’m not a romantic.” That’s a lie I tell everyone.
I’m a Piscean. We’re a cursed Zodiac that thinks too much, feels too strongly, loves too deeply. And when our heart gets broken, a crater the size of a moon is left in the bowels of our soul. It will be a long, hard crawl to get us back to the powdery sands and sunny disposition of the earth. It’ll be a substantial pull from the emotional quicksand we’re in. By then, the world would have changed for us. We rotate at a different axis.
Like any bona fide Piscean, I am attracted to the mysteries around me. Pisceans don’t walk, they wander. They don’t think, they philosophize. They don’t speak, they ask questions. We burden ourselves even in the act of doing nothing. A person walks by or walks into a cafe, we can feel the energy shift. Thoughts are gathered before words are spoken.
In the language of love, distance is arbitrary. We carry the burden of a complex solar system inside us. We walk on the littered stars that line the velvet black abyss, wearing Orion as a crown. We sit beside the man on the moon and duet with the Sandman. Among lovers you won’t feel a distance…
