I scheduled this to send on 8/28, 12:12 a.m., at the time of the lunar eclipse in Pisces, regardless of completeness. If you got it in your email, you’ll see a bare-bones aggregate. The experiment was to use the eclipse moment as a purgative. To release what needed to be released without combing its hair first. [Sidebar: I had originally planned to share on 8/20, the day of the Moon2 launch, but I messed up a timestamp so had to pivot, then just ended up rewriting. There was much more to explore.]
Q: How would you feel if we launched a second moon into the atmosphere?
“Angry. Disappointed. Hopefully lycanthropic.”
— Mike D., marijuana specialist
“Omg moon questions. hold on let me have coffee ☠️”
— Peyton N., capable lesbian
It looked like a giant parachute, except that its pearlescent white skin emitted an alien glimmer, swimming creepily in the warm wind.
The first striking element of The Moon Papers—of all of Emmalea’s writing—is the visuals. This is a book written by an artist, someone who understands artists, who understands vision, who can see. There’s something different about a book that is a full-body experience. You don’t have to work as hard to stay engaged, to use your mind as much to connect things. The work has fascia; it connects itself. It’s sense, not story, that is the driver. It’s a world to submerge in. It feels transgressive, almost. Does that make sense? Do people know about this??
Re: the words themselves, it is abundantly clear that Emmalea Russo will not be bullied by AI. The em dash is lush, it is present, it is putting in work, and it sounds how it’s supposed to sound. [If ChatGPT has made you wary of the em dash, read The Moon Papers. It will show you when and how to use it with confidence.]
When I first started reading, I circled every mention of color. I kept a running tally on the back of the front flap and quickly gave up because there are so many, but not before I noticed patterns. A lot of white. A lot of blue. But also cyan. Pepto-Bismol pink. Dirty blonde. Electric peach.
2024-2026: Virgo—Pisces axis cycle
@spiritdaughter:
Think back to September 2024. Something started then that you are still carrying.
This is the last chapter of that story.
The Moon Papers picks up where Vivienne left off, but not exactly. You do not need to have read Vivienne to get your bearings here, because the past is very much present. The following screenshots somewhat get their arms around the plot:
Just a man-made moon that would always be there next to the real moon.
“A second moon would make me feel further from the truth and more polarized ultimately. You’d think maybe more hope, but it’s just another rock to spend decades figuring out why it’s there and what to do with it.”
— [redacted]
“I’m up for that as long as allllll the men could feel important living on the moon and leave women alone on Earth.”
— Maggie S., divorced runner
[8/27/24] AI Overview: According to some studies, many women are happier after divorce, and some say they are happier than they’ve been at any other point in their lives.
NOTES:
continuation of VIVIENNE, flat circle
time is a flat circle
am I Velour Bellmer??
long distance affair—feeling seen
[figure out a way to describe the Eight of Cups tarot card with the weeping mountain]
She was in the process of disappearing—of dying to certain portions of the whirling world so that she might appear in others. It wasn’t something she chose.
Headline: Hot Divorcee Summer
@rewildingforwomen:
Sometimes closure
isn’t another conversation.Sometimes closure is:
My soul is fucking
done here.
“No more storms. All worn out. Done. Sigh.”
It would allegedly help with climate change by blocking sunlight in certain places. But nobody knows what it would actually do.
“I would take a gamble on it. I feel like whatever we can do to help with climate change is worth trying.”
— Kristen S., elementary school teacher
“What’s that gonna do to our periods mila
WHATS THAT GONNA DO TO OUR PERIODS MILA”
— Missy D., painter and misandrist
Real artists do not relentlessly self-promote.
Fake artists (Moon2 artists) expect rewards. Real artists do not. They make it because they have to.
Published: 72
Scheduled: 1
Drafts: 17
He was physically distant but otherwise close. She could feel him in her body, but this feeling was mediated by miles. His anti-presence in her life, how they spoke constantly though he was not there, tinted her existence. She became holographic. A mirage, deserted. Barely a person.
I would make an amazing sugar baby [draft]
Raw Meat [draft]
The Heartbreak Papers [draft]
WRITING ADVICE IS THE WORST [draft]
ketamine [draft]
home, work, destiny [draft]
emotional exhaustion [draft]
[UNPUBLISHED] This Barbie Is Having an Existential Crisis!
Olivine and pyroxene and neon, hydrogen and helium and a surface made from calcium, magnesium, oxygen, silicon. Core, mantle, crust, main terrain. Now, covered with lunar regolith, impacted and dusted by Vesta and her faraway-close face.
8/8/25, Lion’s Gate Portal — Bear Lake
I’m exhausted. I don’t want to be here. My nerves are shot I’m tired I don’t have any more questions because all the answers are lies anyway.
Take & take & take & take.
Use & use & use & use.
Back & forth & back & forth.
I want to run and run
get in the car & GO.
THE MOON PAPERS:
what does it mean to be called an angel?
tiny spine
art cannot be marketed
the first slice of ash-colored sun
destiny
Just the sense of something solid falling into place.
