OTHER-004

Gare, in the story that's written in your head, whether Heather changes course or stays on it, well that's for you to finish, or to save for another day. but there's another story Gare, your story, isn't there? you once sat breathlessly in the Adler planetarium, and like that baby in the park, you were in THE planetarium, only later when you remember the experience and saw other planetariums did you begin to miss, at times sadly, those innocent early days of wonder. so, you began to build your own starry heavens at home Gare, but even then, you saw people with once state of the art equipment and domes, beyond your skill and means. and the sweet but mournful strands of melancholy began to sing to you through me Gare, Urania, the Muse of astronomy. and you built your own version of star projectors and domes and did your own thing. and for a while you made this work, but still deep inside the creeping knowledge that barns fall down, old age spares no one, and this too would have an ending. and now you feel it more than ever, yearning memories of your own imperfect stars on top of those perfectly rendered ones you remember from when you were a child, and there was only one planetarium. but melancholy sings of sadness, of memories hard to let go of, yet it contains still a ray of sunshine as in that old song, hope for a future. I wouldn't be a muse if I didn't give you inspiration, but it may be hiding in plain sight Gare. ask me for my help and we'll find it together. just as Calliope, my sister Muse of literature, in the end will help Heather in your story and hers, if only she asks.

in the end the choice is still yours, you see Gare?