collective soul

How We Got Here

We are a garden. Our collective souls, tangled up, in a bouquet of thorns and jagged brambles. I cut my legs on sharp grass, and feel the thorns dragging across my ankles, and alas, I continue forwards.

We are the aurora borealis, blazing and terrifying and celestial. Our collective stories, our lives, more broken than the jagged light that flies across the sky, like our bruises. We could set the world ablaze, we could write our memoirs in the stars and glistening hues that leak out of the sky, like ichor and a million years of tales worth telling.

We are a desert. There is miles and miles, and everywhere you turn, it is the same, all so similar. The same playing field, the same vague appearance, but every inch, every one of us, holds new terrors, and a new destiny.

We are mountains. We have come from explosions and tower above. We graze the sky, because we are larger than life, and why should we bind ourselves to the ground, when it is so obvious that we were meant to touch the stars? To graze the moon. To split open the clouds with snowy mountain tops and jagged fingernails.

We are the galaxy. Bigger than anything you have ever seen, and spelling out legends within our light. Our veins map out constellations, and we set the world on fire and will leave you breathless with our power.

We are the world.

On her days off, Claudia Saenz scours used record shops, thrift stores and yard sales, keeping her eyes peeled for records her parents grew up on. They remind her of her childhood.

“I just feel that [vinyl] is definitely more intimate than playing it on my phone on, like, Spotify or a streaming app,” Saenz says. “I just like holding that piece of history.”

She’s founder of the Chulita Vinyl Club, an all-girl vinyl collecting crew spread throughout the Southwest and California. And although they collect all kinds of records, Chicano soul is one genre that rings near and dear to the club’s heart and style.

Chicano soul is the product of black and brown communities living side by side. The group Little Joe y La Familia is the perfect example of this fusion. Little Joe grew up on the cotton fields of Texas, where his was one of the only Mexican families living in a community of largely black families. It should come as no surprise, then, that he was one of the pioneers of Tejano soul.

For The Chulita Vinyl Club, Crate Digging Is More Than A Hobby

Photo: Courtesy of Chulita Vinyl Club


Collective Soul ~ Shine

Ch128. Well, as I started to think while seeing spoilers for this chapter, the timeline of events is much shorter than most of us (including myself) first believed. Rigor Mortis could not have set in yet. Agni wasn’t technically dead until Grell collected his soul (while Sebastian was holding him). There was no way to save him from such injury, so Sebastian just held him until his soul departed… and then leaned his body against a wall. This means Agni literally died in Sebastian’s arms 😭

So, why was Agni still standing when Sebastian and the earl arrived? Just as others and I have explained, Agni was full of adrenaline and stress hormones from the fight and flight. Plus, he was near death, but not quite there, leaning against the door in barricade position. Poor Agni.