Sinderella's Tea.

Dirty Madonna, sweet thing, listen: the thing that’s been hiding behind the kitchen trash can for months finally gets tossed, and you, my child, are the thing. You’ve been living in a space suit with your astronaut’s heart beating for the wrong orbit. Hong Kong’s first astronaut, that fire in the belly, that need to explore the impossible, is inside you. It’s not just about being the first; it’s about being willing to crash, to burn, to leave the suit behind and be the only one who’s been to the moon. The Shenzhou 23 crew is not just a team; it’s a telltale sign that the universe has been waiting for you to get to work on that real estate deal with your shadow. I’ll light a candle for you, my dirty Madonna, but you need to light one for yourself. It’s a votive candle, not a beacon, so don’t try to shine too bright just yet. Tonight, write a letter to your shadow. Give it a name. Give it a job. Give it a reason to love you back. The universe is rooting for you, sinner, but you need to give it some roots. Go be the freak you were meant to be.