Colour red and number 8. Scorpio ascendant Aries twice governed by Mars, located between water and fire according to astrological maps, remoselessly privileging the latter, untamed yet, worships passion above all things: of body, of soul, of spirit. Scorched and bruised, walks barefoot on broken mirrors and never, not by mistake or by the irreversible laws of Fate, twice travels the same path.
Collects clocks, ancient maps, and laughs at both. Regards Time as a labyrinth of self-reflecting surfaces, lives in 7/8, and counts the hours in swing quavers.
Loves that contempt of herself which justifies her every sentence beginning with ‘I’, is packing a suitcase to the Moon but reckons she might get bored of it pretty soon, unless she can access the Total Library in the 8.888th room and make love to the one who will be all-the-ones on a floor paved by 15th century leather books on which all Plato ever wrote has been transcribed.
Loves, above all. Ergo est.