Thursday, 24 September 2015


When I get back home, I listen to the sounds of our cosmos. I do this in order to feel sane. I read some updates from Voyager on the Nasa website or scroll through images that are being sent into space. I'm closing my eyes, listening to this record, knowing that other civilisations can hear it as well. How does an alien look like. Why didn't they kidnap me so far? Does an alien sometimes watch me wax my legs? I wonder if I listen to this too, same me from another dimension, where I chose differently, so everything is different. Same me who is in her grandmother's arms now. Same me holding her newborn child. Same me watching the sunset from the top of the highest mountain. Same me taking DMT with a shaman. Same me being wrapped up in an old love story. Same me fighting for the refugees. Music that is in interstellar space,yeah, I am there as well too and this keeps me awake. Most importantly, I know that we are floating in cosmos, surrounded by other planets, galaxies, forms of life. I need to remember this when I'm being asked to be rational. I need to remember this when I set myself rules. People are acting as if everything has an order and they explain magic through accidents. I feel pity for what we've become. I wake up in the morning, I put my clothes on, I take the bus, I go to work, I work in front of a computer, by the time I finish I'm too tired to enjoy anything, then I go to bed. I'm looking at people in the tube and they do the same. I know it. If I tell you I had to be late for work because I stopped to smell the flowers you will say I'm mad. If I tell you I was late for work because I helped an old lady who didn't know how to get to Greenwich you'll tell me that I don't mind my priorities. Well, these things I'm being called mad for, they make me feel alive. I feel they are right, not the job, not the routine. I don't believe in black and white, I believe in greys. I want to wake up and enjoy the sun, enjoy the morning, thank the birds for singing for me. I want to travel, talk to people, learn their customs, explain mine. I want to write. I want to give people emotions. I want to write and photograph until I bleed. Until the end of the world. Somebody stepped on my foot yesterday and APOLOGIZED, I turned around and smiled, said it's ok, if it makes you feel better you can step on the other one too. She looked at me as if I'm mad. You're fucking mad. Wake up. Open your eyes in the Penelope's, Vanilla Sky voice. The twin Voyager 1 and 2 spacecraft are exploring where nothing from Earth has flown before. Continuing on their more-than-37-year journey since their 1977 launches, they each are much farther away from Earth and the sun than Pluto. In August 2012, Voyager 1 made the historic entry into interstellar space, the region between stars, filled with material ejected by the death of nearby stars millions of years ago. Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you? Jupiter
These images are carried out on phonographs in space, The contents of the record were selected for NASA by a committee chaired by Carl Sagan of Cornell University, et. al. Dr. Sagan and his associates assembled 115 images and a variety of natural sounds, such as those made by surf, wind and thunder, birds, whales, and other animals. To this they added musical selections from different cultures and eras, and spoken greetings from Earth-people in fifty-five languages, and printed messages from President Carter and U.N. Secretary General Waldheim.
Listen to the Voyager Golden Record.Complete version audio and images.

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