FEBRUARY 2026
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 26 226P
I DON’T WANT TO BE CALCULATED. I WANT THE FREEDOM OF NATURE.
I WANT THE LIGHT ON MY SKIN FROM THE SUN TO MAKE ME GROW. I WANT THE FREEDOM OF SUNSHINE, BOUNDLESS AS IT TOUCHES EVERYTHING WITHIN ITS REACH WITHOUT LEAVING A MARK, WITHOUT TAKING ANYTHING WITH IT AS IT MELTS INTO SOLITUDE, ITS SLOW RETREAT. RETIRING INTO ITSELF—OH SUN, WHERE DO YOU GO?
WHERE DO YOU DISTANCE YOURSELF TO, WITH ALL THIS LIGHT? YOU TAKE IT WITH YOU AS YOU RETREAT INTO SOLITUDE. YOU DISAPPEAR INTO YOUR OWN LIGHT.
I FEEL THE SUN TODAY. THOUGH I USUALLY FEEL THE MOON. I’LL WANDER HOME, WANDER INTO THE SUN. EMBRACE ITS SHADOWS AS PART OF LIFE. UNTIL IT RETREATS, MORE SHADOW THAN LIGHT, AS THE SOFT DUSK GETS SOFTER, IN BETWEEN SUN AND MOON, WHERE FEELING REPLACES WORDS AND—OH! THERE IS THE MOON,
ARE YOU FULL? ARE YOU AS BRIGHT AS THE SUN IN YOUR COLD LIGHT? YOUR EMISSION. SUN WHO SHINES. MOON, YOU EMIT. MOON SUBTLE IN YOUR MOVEMENT, YOU APPEAR WITHOUT A SOUND. MOON SUBTLE IN YOUR WAYS, I OPEN MY EYES AND AT ONCE THEY ARE FILLED, FULL OF MOON. IN FIRST BLINK EMPTY EYES; THE NEXT, FILLED WITH YOUR PRAYER. YES, I AM STILL YOURS. AND YOU ARE STILL MY LITTLE SECRET.
I WANT YOU. I DON’T WANT YOU.
I REMEMBER MEXICO. I WANDER, ALONE. I LOOK UP WITHOUT LOOKING, LOOKING UP UNTIL I SEE YOU. AND YOU SEE ME, I SEE YOU SEEING ME, I FEEL YOU SEEING ME, BECAUSE I CANNOT LOOK AWAY. THERE YOU ARE, I CANNOT DENY IT. THE MOON IS MY LOVER. I CANNOT DENY THIS.
YOU ARE THE FAMILIAR IN MY UNFAMILIAR. YOU KEEP ME WITH YOU, HOLD ME WITHOUT MY NEED TO BE HELD. THERE YOU ARE. THERE, YOU ARE HOLDING ME, HOLDING ME THERE. WHILE I’M HERE, ANYWHERE BUT HERE, HOLDING MYSELF IN PLACE WHILE I DRIFT, ANYWHERE BUT HERE.
HERE, I AM DRIFTING. THERE, YOU CATCH ME, UP THERE, WHERE I LEAST EXPECT TO BE CAUGHT. DRIFTING, I DRIFT, WITH A DESTINATION: UP THERE. A DRIFT TURNED DESTINATION AS I DIRECT MYSELF TOWARD YOU, A SINGLE LINE, FROM ME TO YOU, HERE I COME. HERE, A DESTINATION. THERE TURNED HERE AS MY DIRECTION BECOME DESTINATION AS YOU BECOME I AS WE ARE HERE. HERE, WE ARE
A LOVE LETTER TO THE SUN, THEN THE MOON:
I WANT THE LIGHT ON MY SKIN FROM THE SUN TO MAKE ME GROW. I WANT THE FREEDOM OF SUNSHINE, BOUNDLESS AS IT TOUCHES EVERYTHING WITHIN ITS REACH WITHOUT LEAVING A MARK, WITHOUT TAKING ANYTHING WITH IT AS IT MELTS INTO SOLITUDE, ITS SLOW RETREAT. RETIRING INTO ITSELF—OH SUN, WHERE DO YOU GO?
WHERE DO YOU DISTANCE YOURSELF TO, WITH ALL THIS LIGHT? YOU TAKE IT WITH YOU AS YOU RETREAT INTO SOLITUDE. YOU DISAPPEAR INTO YOUR OWN LIGHT.
I FEEL THE SUN TODAY. THOUGH I USUALLY FEEL THE MOON. I’LL WANDER HOME, WANDER INTO THE SUN. EMBRACE ITS SHADOWS AS PART OF LIFE. UNTIL IT RETREATS, MORE SHADOW THAN LIGHT, AS THE SOFT DUSK GETS SOFTER, IN BETWEEN SUN AND MOON, WHERE FEELING REPLACES WORDS AND—OH! THERE IS THE MOON,
ARE YOU FULL? ARE YOU AS BRIGHT AS THE SUN IN YOUR COLD LIGHT? YOUR EMISSION. SUN WHO SHINES. MOON, YOU EMIT. MOON SUBTLE IN YOUR MOVEMENT, YOU APPEAR WITHOUT A SOUND. MOON SUBTLE IN YOUR WAYS, I OPEN MY EYES AND AT ONCE THEY ARE FILLED, FULL OF MOON. IN FIRST BLINK EMPTY EYES; THE NEXT, FILLED WITH YOUR PRAYER. YES, I AM STILL YOURS. AND YOU ARE STILL MY LITTLE SECRET.
I WANT YOU. I DON’T WANT YOU.
I REMEMBER MEXICO. I WANDER, ALONE. I LOOK UP WITHOUT LOOKING, LOOKING UP UNTIL I SEE YOU. AND YOU SEE ME, I SEE YOU SEEING ME, I FEEL YOU SEEING ME, BECAUSE I CANNOT LOOK AWAY. THERE YOU ARE, I CANNOT DENY IT. THE MOON IS MY LOVER. I CANNOT DENY THIS.
YOU ARE THE FAMILIAR IN MY UNFAMILIAR. YOU KEEP ME WITH YOU, HOLD ME WITHOUT MY NEED TO BE HELD. THERE YOU ARE. THERE, YOU ARE HOLDING ME, HOLDING ME THERE. WHILE I’M HERE, ANYWHERE BUT HERE, HOLDING MYSELF IN PLACE WHILE I DRIFT, ANYWHERE BUT HERE.
HERE, I AM DRIFTING. THERE, YOU CATCH ME, UP THERE, WHERE I LEAST EXPECT TO BE CAUGHT. DRIFTING, I DRIFT, WITH A DESTINATION: UP THERE. A DRIFT TURNED DESTINATION AS I DIRECT MYSELF TOWARD YOU, A SINGLE LINE, FROM ME TO YOU, HERE I COME. HERE, A DESTINATION. THERE TURNED HERE AS MY DIRECTION BECOME DESTINATION AS YOU BECOME I AS WE ARE HERE. HERE, WE ARE
A LOVE LETTER TO THE SUN, THEN THE MOON:
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SATURDAY FEBRUARY 21 302P
HEIZER MAKES YOU FEEL BIG. AND SMALL. LIKE NEW YORK, OR THE VIEW FROM AN AIRPLANE—YOU CAN'T QUITE ORIENT YOURSELF. ONCE YOU ATTACH YOURSELF TO A SHAPE, IT QUICKLY CHANGES AND ANOTHER FORMS IN ITS PLACE. ONCE YOU ARE BIG, YOU ARE ONCE AGAIN SMALL.
PERCEPTION IS ORIENTED AND DISORIENTED, WITH NO CONSISTENT OR LASTING POINT OF REFERENCE. ONCE YOU FEEL A PART OF SOMETHING, YOU ARE ONCE AGAIN AN ISLAND. FROM ABOVE, YOU REMEMBER WHAT IT IS TO BE BELOW, WHERE YOU CAN NO LONGER PICTURE THE ABOVE.
SO YOU DREAM, AND IN BETWEEN, YOU WANDER AND WONDER, WAIT FOR THE WORDS TO COME IN ANSWERS THAT ONLY ARRIVE IN FEELINGS, WHICH MAKE YOU WANDER MORE, WONDER MORE, FEEL MORE, DREAM MORE. MORE QUESTIONS. MORE ANSWERS, WHICH YOU DEPOSIT BELOW IN EXCHANGE FOR THE SEARCH FROM ABOVE, WHERE YOU DISCARD ALL ORIENTATION IN EXCHANGE FOR THE SAKE OF FLOATING IN BETWEEN, IN FEELING, CONVOLUTED LINE A AND CONVOLUTED LINE B.
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PERCEPTION IS ORIENTED AND DISORIENTED, WITH NO CONSISTENT OR LASTING POINT OF REFERENCE. ONCE YOU FEEL A PART OF SOMETHING, YOU ARE ONCE AGAIN AN ISLAND. FROM ABOVE, YOU REMEMBER WHAT IT IS TO BE BELOW, WHERE YOU CAN NO LONGER PICTURE THE ABOVE.
SO YOU DREAM, AND IN BETWEEN, YOU WANDER AND WONDER, WAIT FOR THE WORDS TO COME IN ANSWERS THAT ONLY ARRIVE IN FEELINGS, WHICH MAKE YOU WANDER MORE, WONDER MORE, FEEL MORE, DREAM MORE. MORE QUESTIONS. MORE ANSWERS, WHICH YOU DEPOSIT BELOW IN EXCHANGE FOR THE SEARCH FROM ABOVE, WHERE YOU DISCARD ALL ORIENTATION IN EXCHANGE FOR THE SAKE OF FLOATING IN BETWEEN, IN FEELING, CONVOLUTED LINE A AND CONVOLUTED LINE B.
