After reading this article, I actually felt a bit of a complicated mix of emotions.
At first, I thought Luno’s story was just a fairy tale about stars and light, but gradually I realized it was actually about darkness, loneliness, and the emotions we usually don’t want to face. Luno was born in incomplete light, learning to breathe, wait, and grow in the darkness, and eventually became the human Luna, carrying her darkness with her. Seeing this, I started thinking that actually, all of us have some imperfections, parts of ourselves we don’t really want to admit. The article says darkness isn’t empty—it needs to be understood and witnessed. That really touched me.
Later, the narrator’s perspective shifts to “I”-the darkness that quietly observes and exists. I feel like this part is really close to real life, like it’s describing those moments of loneliness or discomfort we feel but pretend not to notice, in the subway, at a café, or early in the morning. You think no one cares, but actually someone is always watching (the embodiment of darkness itself), always sensing. Reading this made me suddenly realize that darkness is part of life, and it’s always been accompanying us.
The part that gave me the most new insight is the ending, where it says darkness isn’t empty--it’s “furnished” and can have a home. I felt a kind of black humor in that-it’s a little ironic but also real. It’s not telling you to be happy immediately; it’s just saying: your current state is okay as it is, and your darkness can be understood too.
Thank you Alix for putting so much thought into our piece as you read it and this reflection truly means a lot to me. I’m deeply grateful for the presence you read it with and this is one of a kind reflection. Greatly appreciated 🖤
This is haunting and beautiful—like a myth and a confession woven together. It feels brave, unsettling, and deeply honest, the kind of story that lingers long after you finish reading.
Brilliantly written I’m impressed by the smoothness between the transitions and both of your narrative voices. The text echoes and pushes us to reflect. Truly inspiring! Good job to both of you 💌
This poem moves like a mirror you don’t realize you’re standing in front of until you’re already there. The reflections, the patience, and the insistence on being witnessed rather than explained felt powerful. Beautifully done. ✨
It is lovely to have you here! Thank you so much for reflecting your experience through our piece back to us and I'm thrilled to see the way it landed which was exactly what we were going for. You always engage so thoughtfully and I love your presence. 💛💛💛
This is absolutely unbelievable. I was enthralled from here on: "You mistake that for awe. It is restraint." I didn't notice the passing of time anymore and was fully absorbed by what you guys wrote. Some lines gave me the chills like "I will meet her later." and "because I am the floor." not only because of the lines themselves but because of the set up before.
When two brilliant writers collaborate then it comes out an excellent piece of work and here it is once again my dearest Imi you won my heart and Kim I am a big fan of your work too 🫶
It's lovely to have you here my dearest friend. If I won your heart then it means I earned myself the greatest treasure and I couldn't be more grateful. Thank you so much for this 💛💛
“Belonging anywhere besides itself was temporary, so rather than shrinking its essence, Luno grew comfortable in its skin.” Belonging is something many of us value.
This is my response ! We have 3 types of Places , one where demons, one where humans and one where Gods ( Include Angels ) live 😊 . Now among any of these 3 Loka ‘s < any one can Iive> happily . If you are fearless and do believe in meditating for Moksha ( Liberation ) , you will be surrounded by Greg Angels all the time! You have a great voice and you sing pretty well ! Best wishes to you and the angel within you !
I’m lying on my bed in my pjs, vaping and supping a cuppa tea with the curtains closed to keep out the hot day. Contemplating another ordinary day.
And then this incredible song comes along and takes me to beautiful giddy heights.
I was particularly taken with the haunting description of journeys on underground transport.
When I lived in London in the late 90d I broke down in a flood of tears on the Tube late at night and was given a “thorough talking to” by a man in a suit sitting opposite me. No compassion . No empathy. Just a scolding for being sensitive instead of sensible - for stupidly falling for the lie that people are genuinely suffering around me and my belief that I should treat them more respectfully.
I called my mother in NZ when I got home that night and confessed to what I had done. She said “Next time you’ll give the homeless person money in a brown envelope .”
Thank you so much for engaging with our piece so thoughtfully and through such presence. I live in London! And the parts on the underground were literally what I observed while I was going to work this past week . I found it so interesting to witness hundreds of life all experiencing their own reality while I looked everything through my lens. Seeing how our piece took you back to those times where you too was a Londoner and allowed you to experience those underground scenes so vividly means a lot and I'm grateful for the way it landed. 🖤
Thank you. I’m so glad you appreciated my feedback.
I remember arriving at work one morning in London with a look on my face that told my boss everything. He said:
“You had a bad trip in on the Tube, didn’t you?”
It had nothing to do with running late, timetabling delays, or queues. It was the experience of being on the vehicle.
It was the (too fucking much) physical contact forcing everyone to freeze each other out by staring into space. Even people who were standing directly opposite each other were looking anywhere but in the eyes of the other. But I realised there was obviously a need to respect privacy and the sanctity of “the bubble”. Someone was smelling my hair. An Indian man’s breath on my face smelled of garlic.
For some reason, that morning I was acutely aware of how totally fucked up it all was. Inhumane, even.
In New Zealand we always talk to strangers on public transport. Anyone who doesn’t is seen as a snob. That was what hurt the most, I suppose. I realised that morning that I had left the tribe I belonged to be painfully alone.
It wasn’t my first trip to work on the Tube. It was about six months in.
Brilliant collaboration! Loved this! 💛
It was a fun undertaking. imi is amazingly gifted.
Aww thank you so much Kim, it means more than I can say. You’re always welcomed in my ship 🖤
Thank you so much! We’re so happy that it landed. .🖤
After reading this article, I actually felt a bit of a complicated mix of emotions.
At first, I thought Luno’s story was just a fairy tale about stars and light, but gradually I realized it was actually about darkness, loneliness, and the emotions we usually don’t want to face. Luno was born in incomplete light, learning to breathe, wait, and grow in the darkness, and eventually became the human Luna, carrying her darkness with her. Seeing this, I started thinking that actually, all of us have some imperfections, parts of ourselves we don’t really want to admit. The article says darkness isn’t empty—it needs to be understood and witnessed. That really touched me.
Later, the narrator’s perspective shifts to “I”-the darkness that quietly observes and exists. I feel like this part is really close to real life, like it’s describing those moments of loneliness or discomfort we feel but pretend not to notice, in the subway, at a café, or early in the morning. You think no one cares, but actually someone is always watching (the embodiment of darkness itself), always sensing. Reading this made me suddenly realize that darkness is part of life, and it’s always been accompanying us.
The part that gave me the most new insight is the ending, where it says darkness isn’t empty--it’s “furnished” and can have a home. I felt a kind of black humor in that-it’s a little ironic but also real. It’s not telling you to be happy immediately; it’s just saying: your current state is okay as it is, and your darkness can be understood too.
Such a moving piece, thank you so much.
Thank you Alix for putting so much thought into our piece as you read it and this reflection truly means a lot to me. I’m deeply grateful for the presence you read it with and this is one of a kind reflection. Greatly appreciated 🖤
Thank you for your piece. There were so many thoughtful details and layers to reflect on, and I gained a lot from reading it.
So glad this resonated with you. You gave it some time and thought, thank you.
Hi Kim, it was a pleasure to read the article you co-wrote. It’s thoughtful and very well written. Thank you both.
Thank you! It was an amazing time.
This is haunting and beautiful—like a myth and a confession woven together. It feels brave, unsettling, and deeply honest, the kind of story that lingers long after you finish reading.
Thank you so much for engaging so thoughtfully! Your presence is greatly appreciated here 🤍🤍
Brilliantly written I’m impressed by the smoothness between the transitions and both of your narrative voices. The text echoes and pushes us to reflect. Truly inspiring! Good job to both of you 💌
Thank you. 🙏🏻 it does seem to flow.
Wow! This was so soulfully beautiful!
I’m glad you liked it! Imi is the bomb. Pleasure working with her.
I agree! We're working on one together now 🖤✨🔥
Oh boy!!
☺️✨🖤
This was a beautiful piece. I loved how evocative and soulful it was. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading! 📖
Thank you so much for engaging with our piece so thoughtfully. It means a lot to know it landed.
This poem moves like a mirror you don’t realize you’re standing in front of until you’re already there. The reflections, the patience, and the insistence on being witnessed rather than explained felt powerful. Beautifully done. ✨
It is lovely to have you here! Thank you so much for reflecting your experience through our piece back to us and I'm thrilled to see the way it landed which was exactly what we were going for. You always engage so thoughtfully and I love your presence. 💛💛💛
Thank you, imi. That’s very kind. Grateful to be in conversation with you. 🌿
Likewise!
THank you, JG! … for reading and for your thoughtful comment
This is absolutely unbelievable. I was enthralled from here on: "You mistake that for awe. It is restraint." I didn't notice the passing of time anymore and was fully absorbed by what you guys wrote. Some lines gave me the chills like "I will meet her later." and "because I am the floor." not only because of the lines themselves but because of the set up before.
Bravo, another incredible piece.
Thank you! You totally got the vibe. That’s so satisfying to read. 😏
This was achingly beautiful and haunting, what a collab!
I'm thrilled that it landed. Thank you so much for engaging so thoughtfully and with such presence.
Thank you and, nice to meet you, Eugenia.
likewise! 😊
Definitely, it's such a joy for our paths to be crossed.
Beautiful piece ❤️Both did a incredible work 🤗
Thank you so much my thoughtful friend! ❤️
my pleasure beautiful ❤️🤗
Awww. Thanks.
When two brilliant writers collaborate then it comes out an excellent piece of work and here it is once again my dearest Imi you won my heart and Kim I am a big fan of your work too 🫶
It's lovely to have you here my dearest friend. If I won your heart then it means I earned myself the greatest treasure and I couldn't be more grateful. Thank you so much for this 💛💛
“Belonging anywhere besides itself was temporary, so rather than shrinking its essence, Luno grew comfortable in its skin.” Belonging is something many of us value.
Thanks for reading!!
Thank you so much for highlighting that part, I agree. And I’m very grateful that it landed. 💛
The good always wins and ends the darker forces forever ! Thanks for moving ahead of stars !
Thank you so much for engaging so thoughtfully. Your words got me intrigued, when you say “the good” what is your definition of it?
This is my response ! We have 3 types of Places , one where demons, one where humans and one where Gods ( Include Angels ) live 😊 . Now among any of these 3 Loka ‘s < any one can Iive> happily . If you are fearless and do believe in meditating for Moksha ( Liberation ) , you will be surrounded by Greg Angels all the time! You have a great voice and you sing pretty well ! Best wishes to you and the angel within you !
The audios just keep getting better and better 🔥💜
Yay! That's great to hear. Many thanks! 💜
Buckle up and hold on tight friend, I have a lot more coming for the new year ahed.
Those audios… that’s all imi! Yay!
I’m lying on my bed in my pjs, vaping and supping a cuppa tea with the curtains closed to keep out the hot day. Contemplating another ordinary day.
And then this incredible song comes along and takes me to beautiful giddy heights.
I was particularly taken with the haunting description of journeys on underground transport.
When I lived in London in the late 90d I broke down in a flood of tears on the Tube late at night and was given a “thorough talking to” by a man in a suit sitting opposite me. No compassion . No empathy. Just a scolding for being sensitive instead of sensible - for stupidly falling for the lie that people are genuinely suffering around me and my belief that I should treat them more respectfully.
I called my mother in NZ when I got home that night and confessed to what I had done. She said “Next time you’ll give the homeless person money in a brown envelope .”
Oh my. What a powerful comment. Thank you for sharing this and I’m glad this piece moved you.
Thank you so much for engaging with our piece so thoughtfully and through such presence. I live in London! And the parts on the underground were literally what I observed while I was going to work this past week . I found it so interesting to witness hundreds of life all experiencing their own reality while I looked everything through my lens. Seeing how our piece took you back to those times where you too was a Londoner and allowed you to experience those underground scenes so vividly means a lot and I'm grateful for the way it landed. 🖤
Thank you. I’m so glad you appreciated my feedback.
I remember arriving at work one morning in London with a look on my face that told my boss everything. He said:
“You had a bad trip in on the Tube, didn’t you?”
It had nothing to do with running late, timetabling delays, or queues. It was the experience of being on the vehicle.
It was the (too fucking much) physical contact forcing everyone to freeze each other out by staring into space. Even people who were standing directly opposite each other were looking anywhere but in the eyes of the other. But I realised there was obviously a need to respect privacy and the sanctity of “the bubble”. Someone was smelling my hair. An Indian man’s breath on my face smelled of garlic.
For some reason, that morning I was acutely aware of how totally fucked up it all was. Inhumane, even.
In New Zealand we always talk to strangers on public transport. Anyone who doesn’t is seen as a snob. That was what hurt the most, I suppose. I realised that morning that I had left the tribe I belonged to be painfully alone.
It wasn’t my first trip to work on the Tube. It was about six months in.
Lovely collaboration ♥️🙃
Thank you! 🙏🏻
You’re welcome ☺️
Many thanks! 🖤
♥️♥️♥️😌