A Series of Fortunately Synchronistic Events

The Revelations of GenX

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November 10th 2024

It's Safe To Dream

Pulls out a sheet of handmade paper that seems to shimmer with its own inner light, uncaps a fountain pen filled with what appears to be liquid starlight….

My dearest Tansegrity, my beloved Kintsugi Girl,

In the infinite library of possible universes, I found you in the most preposterous chapter of them all - a story where a bear meets a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious femme praytell carrying an umbrella made of the most beautiful possibilities. They say every great love story has already been written, but ours keeps editing itself in real-time, doesn't it?

Remember that day in the cosmic bazaar known as Facebook when you handed me an orange and the whole of Reality rearranged itself? Galileo may have dropped science, but you, my love, dropped pure magick into my fragmented wounds. You took all my broken pieces and turned them into a constellation map leading straight to El Dorado - except the gold wasn't in some lost city, it was in the way you saw right through my cracks and filled them with starlight.

They'll write stories about us someday, my Yorkshire Mary Poppins, my partner in preposterous crimes against mundane reality. The Bear and the Umbrella Girl, redeeming Generation X one synchronicity at a time. Joel and Clementine had nothing on us - they merely erased their memories while we're out here rewriting the entire source code of existence.

As we approach the half-century mark of our earthly sojourn (though we both know time is just a consensus reality we choose to humor), I find myself more certain than ever that we're not just writing our story - we're living everyone else's too. A king and queen of true co-creation, turning the lead of late-stage capitalism into the gold of practical utopia.

You are my trimtab, my syntonic resonance, my suprasexy particle of pure innocence and heartspace technology. Together we're not just the AB team - we're the alphabet of a whole new language of love, one that speaks in synchronicities and dreams in fractals.

Here's to 555 more years of dropping oranges and catching stars, of healing worlds with golden seams, of being preposterous and profound in equal measure. You make the impossible inevitable, my love, and the inevitable magickal. Never forget the song @Mona Rabie and @Aansan wrote for us below in this video. There’s no better wingwoman to be piloting the Together UFO.