today i had the astrological sign i was born with surgically removed.
i do not think i will have it replaced.
presently, lacking even a dark fate, emptied of all destiny, without mistress fortune, i am free to aim at others and to unravel as i please.
i erased my sign so that my dreams and imagination would no longer interfere in my dealings with reality: the moon and stars will forget me, let me sleep; the sun will ignore me, let me see.
but, failing all of this, if the night still retains memories of me, or if the daylight’s ignorance remains curious – i have already made an appointment to consult a specialist at the Suicide Institution to help me forge an official death certificate.
(to help me fake a life.)