Our stars are innate but not our constellations. We can draw whatever lines we want up there. We pin them up one by one deciding our futures and describing our pasts, and don’t we tell such stories? Stories of warriors and beasts, hunting dogs and sinister queens. We log our births and deaths along the ecliptic with rams and twins and mermaids and maidens. And we ask each other: What stars are in your sky? What stories do they tell? And we should ask: Can we tell them together?
Last updated on 10-Oct-2026.