Post by Chaos on May 22, 2013 22:29:18 GMT
the plot
“New York was no mere city. It was instead an infinitely romantic notion, the mysterious nexus of all love and money and power, the shining and the perishable dream itself.” —Joan Didion
“It is harsh, dirty, and dangerous, it is whimsical and fanciful, it is beautiful and soaring, it is not one or another of these things but all of them, all at once.” —Paul Goldberger
Welcome to a city where integrity and corruption exist side by side; to a city where opulence turns a blind eye to the poverty of its neighbor; to a city fierce in kindness and cruelty alike. Eight million people are struggling through their own mundane comedies and tragedies, oblivious to the chaos and paradox surrounding them. Yet look beyond the surface, and life's mundane facade will disappear.
"Everything happens for a reason" is a lie.
The world is ruled by the unconscious force of chaos — ruthless as any tyrant, but this tyrant can't be reasoned with. Everything exists in a constant state of flux. The life you take for granted could be ripped apart in an instant, in a domino effect sparked by the merest quiver of a butterfly's wing. The air shimmers a little more intensely here, heavy with as much threat as opportunity.
Trapped between free will and fate, there's only one weapon you can arm yourself with: your horoscope. These days, only fools dismiss astrology as an old wives' tale — because superstitions and urban legends still hold some power here, and dismissing the truth won't keep you safe. Black cats and broken mirrors; and just ask the police about the lunar effect of the full moon. You'll find your horoscope printed on the back page of every newspaper and magazine. You'll hear it right after the weather forecast.
Whether we wonder at life's beauty or sneer at its absurdity, whether we fight against the predictions or allow ourselves to be carried by the waves of chaos — you can’t control the cards you’re dealt, but you can choose how you play them.
Each week with the announcement of your horoscope, the fates will stretch out your thread and run their scissors deftly over it. Keep your four leaf clover and a rabbit's foot at hand, because there's nothing but luck between you and that blade.