The Moon.

by Alex from Maybe ( ) Together


I’ve been a bit moon-centric all year.
And as 21 Dec 2012 approaches, I am just going to embrace it.
So here is my list of moon-type musings of the year.

It began with Murakami’s IQ84. Two moons. One a little sickly.
Then Melancholia. And the stillness.
There was also Miranda July’s protagonist conversing with the moon in The Future.
And the amount of times I’ve seen these pictures pop up. By Laurent Laveder.

I started learning about Saturn.
It has 62 moons.
One of them is called Hyperion.
And it looks like this:

I cooed about the moon, while absent from a lover.
An apex between two people, i think that’s what i said once…
(cringe. albeit true.)

I spent three weeks in the NT and I saw the moon every evening.
This isn’t the case where I usually live.
I found it very comforting, grounding even, to find it there every night.

An eclipse happened.
The experience travelling to me through friends.

And then.
I was angry at the mislaid hope I’d had in the moon earlier this year.
So i made a paper mache pinata of one.
In the making it collapsed. it tore. it was sewed together.
Then we had fun:

And we hit it open:

And I hit it to bits:

The moon and I had a fight.
And I think we’re friends again.
Maybe we’re like family. Unable to not love each other despite the disappointments.

Dear moon.
I’ve got my eye on you.


“There was just one moon. That familiar, yellow, solitary moon. The same moon that silently floated over fields of pampas grass, the moon that rose – a gleaming round saucer – over the calm surface of lakes, that tranquilly beamed down on the rooftops of fast-asleep houses. The same moon that brought the high tide to shore, that softly shone on the fur of animals and enveloped and protected travellers at night. The moon that, as a crescent, shaved slivers from the soul – or, as a new moon, silently bathed the earth in its own loneliness. THAT moon.”
– Haruki Murakami, 1Q84