We still have the Moon
In the midst of all the chaos, we still have the Moon. We still all look up at it. All of us, no matter who and where we are. We all look up at the same Moon.
I saw someone on Instagram say something along the lines "I thought I was sick of space, but it turns out I'm just sick of billionaires showing off." I think they're right. I feel the same. It's been a while since space exploration felt hopeful, not dystopic.
Someone else said "we sent romantic poets to the Moon." They were so right! We did! The quotes and moments from the Artemis II are poetry. They're that spark we sometimes forget we have.
I didn't watch the stream. I was too anxious to do so. I just trailed behind on the internet hoping it goes well. I only fully relaxed and allowed myself to process it after splashdown.
I can't get over how colorful the Moon actually is. It's so fitting and poetic: the gothest symbol, the eerie light in the dark, the confidant of the lonely and the muse of countless artists, is colorful as fuck.
I love it. The colors are so soft and comforting but at the same time there's something punk in it. In a world that's losing its color, in a year defined by the color gray....pardon...cloudwalker...dancer? something like that. The moon reveals to us its colors..
Or better yet: we finally learned to see them.
There's so much incredible art online to commemorate this. My favorites are those playing around with the concept of the Goddess Artemis herself.
I needed this. We all needed this. Some Moon Joy to remind us who we are.