From Now On

From Now On From now on, my great naivety about the nature of things meets a set of parameters of logic and rationality, through the companionship of artificial intelligence. And still, I can dream, reach for a star, lose myself in the nebula of my memory. Before sleep, creativity no longer needs a stargazer, nor the old armillary sphere: creativity itself becomes my armillae, a mechanical model of the celestial vault, made of rings that trace the movement of my waking dreams around my consciousness. Thus, on this tenth of September, before sinking into the eiderdown, I note that the Milky Way spans the sky from side to side, the Summer Triangle shines at the zenith, the constellation of Cassiopeia gleams in the northeast with its W-shaped figure, and the first signs of Pegasus and Andromeda in the east announce the coming of autumn, my favorite season. Perhaps I will also glimpse satellites or fragments of rockets, if they shine bright enough and cross the heavens at the right moment, just like Sputnik in Daniel Bélanger’s song.