2024-07-14 - neogene.003

The Wheel

Silence.

The Sun

Seth finds your mind to be obnoxious – optimistic in a way that is almost physically painful. They recoil away, clearly not welcoming their presence.

The Moon

Calm, but afraid. Why are you afraid? Why do you not wish to be seen, to be known? How can they come to know you if you won’t let them in? Even as they nudge and push, your mental shield remains. Hmph. Stubborn. Seth considers you as a curious anomaly. They wish to press at your buttons, to see what makes you tick.

The Star

This one is tolerated. Acknowledged, but nothing more than that. Much like others, the well-wishes are exhausting. They are fine, thank you very much. It is you they want to learn about. They can’t do that with false platitudes and hopes.

Death

Tired, aren’t you? Exhausted. Seth understands that. But you feel rather pathetic, truth be told. You come, trudging through the motion again, as if you live your life in a rut. You are tired and without energy, and Seth feels little by way of compassion. Do you hope to find some sort of aspiration from their shells? Some grand purpose? Fool you are, you can’t even muster purpose for yourself. Why should they do it for you?