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The Weather Report – March 2, 2015

The Weather Report – March 2, 2015

Muirend, Glasgow, Scotland, United Kingdom

High: 10℃
Low: 2℃

Sunrise: 7:06 a.m.
Sunset: 5:53 p.m.

Humidity: 81%
Dewpoint: 37°

Moon Phase: Waxing Gibbous

You should wear: You will set fire to all your clothes, so go ahead and wear all of them now while you can.
You’re going to feel: Waning settledness, but the moon is growing fuller.

Snow showers will fall all day long, followed by sleet at night. Winds WSW at 15 to 25 mph.

Here is a suggestion you may soon find helpful:

Don’t howl at the moon. Scream at the sun in public and cause immense worry and terror to those within a 20 meter radius around you. Don’t stop until physically harmed or removed from your chosen spot.

Twice a year or so I find your name written on several different thin surfaces around my latest apartment—inside of poetry books and notebooks and envelopes stuffed with your markers and I feel that you, like most people who have someone who misses them constantly, unknowingly and, most of all, embarrassingly, sense this.

Everyone has lost some breed of religion or another in their lifetimes but I can’t seem to shake this faith in any sort of human form that reaches towards me.

During a full moon, one is supposed to cleanse, or purge. Either word works for the same action, depending on your personal upbringing, current well-being, unlimited capabilities, overall mental health, biggest mood today or general wants. It’s not so much a choice as a well what did you expect. It’s a gift.

There are twelve full moons every year and this one is yours. I mean what else is there for us? You can either buy 5 new pairs of shoes in the electric turquoise glow of your computer screen, or you can set fire to every one of your belongings and start over. You can do anything. You can run into the house of your closest neighbor (since yours is now reduced to ashes). You can hide. You can hope for someone to rescue you. You can walk naked into Cathcart Cemetery and just wait it out. You can read too deeply into the existence of outer space. You can come here. You can come here. You can come here. You have three days to prepare.

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Sarah Jean Alexander wrote a book called Wildlives. She lives in Brooklyn, NY.

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