wishing on a shining star


The year is 1934, and the Golden Age of Hollywood is in full swing. Paul McCartney is a new actor on the scene, fresh off his debut musical-comedy movie that smashed box office records and charmed the critics. His next role is in a big-budget thriller film co-starring one of Hollywood’s biggest names—a one John Lennon, infamous for his versatile acting ability and leading roles and attitude. It will come down to more than just top billing as the two verbally spar with each other (both in-character and out of it) and harass their fellow actors and crew to the point of distraction. Of course, it’s well-known that a solid way to measure a film’s success is through the chemistry of its leads…which might be less of a problem than anticipated.  

the stars that shine, by @sgtpepgeorge / sundlaceandpaperflowers

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course, over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.

I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy – ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness – that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what – at last – I have found.

With equal passion I have sought knowledge. I have wished to understand the hearts of men. I have wished to know why the stars shine. And I have tried to apprehend the Pythagorean power by which number holds sway above the flux. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.

Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be. I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.

This has been my life. I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

—  Bertrand Russell
Prophecies for the Signs

ARIES: skinned knees and second chances// determination like a blade between your teeth// the summer sun; a sea of grass// the truth coming to be in groups of three

TAURUS: an upwards slope; a shedding of skin// success dangling like a medallion around your neck// the color blue// wistfulness welling up in you like a tsunami// every choice a precipice

GEMINI: selfishness or self-preservation?// your future a flash of headlights, a car veering onto your part of the sidewalk// a red string looped around your pinkie finger// the sun splitting the clouds in two

CANCER: heavy is the head that wears the crown// homesickness for someplace you haven’t been yet// a deep breath in; a straightening of your shoulders// a string of small victories// changes and compromise

LEO: a murder of crows// brown eyes// a fork in the road// an ache for something you thought you’d forgotten// holding a rose in your hand and letting it decay with indecision

VIRGO: metamorphosis// regret tucked under your tongue// a splash of watercolour// the importance of family// the slow chime of the clock, and the realization of lost time

LIBRA: isolation creeping over you like a shadow// each decision heavy in your hands// a horizon bleeding red into the sea// the promise of a better tomorrow, if you’re determined to make tomorrow a better day than today

SCORPIO: disappointment like a wasp’s sting//  silk against sun-burnt skin// warm hands sliding up the slope of your arms// suspicion sinking you six feet under

SAGITTARIUS: self-loathing and self-reflection// hope tucked into your back pocket// a bout of determination// the night air knife-sharp in your throat 

CAPRICORN: the hand pulling you out of the water is yours// trust like a sword between your shaking fingers// a reward when you least expect it// and to hold onto anger for too long is to guarantee a burn 

AQUARIUS: life is a series of falling down, only to pick yourself back up again// wishing wells and north stars// shining a light on loneliness; watching it dissipate// success and self-worth

PISCES: choices and consequences// glitter streaked across your skin like scales// true friends making themselves clear// always two steps forwards, one step back