"last saturday, everyone wanted to see the super moon. a good friend from the philippines even sent me a message, i recall three or four days before the rise of super moon. and that saturday night, walking home, i saw the moon up in the dark flat sky. the same moon, a zenith moon, not larger or smaller, as the moon i have always taken time to see every month since. it was not as large as the large horizon moon i remember seeing once out the window in my childhood. an image that has forever sealed my fascination and godly respect for the moon. i must be lupin."the super moon became everyone's subject... to come out that saturday night, with all camera implements to catch the largeness of super moon, dreaming of camera implements to capture the immensity of super moon. the thrill of the moment."i did look for the moon that night, it was not large nor small high up in the sky. it may or may not have been a super moon, for all i care. high up in the sky, largeness was irrelevant."and the thrill dissipated with the passing of the night and the morning rise."this morning, i woke up to the call of the morning darkness, and there by my window was next day moon, the same moon who listened and understood me, my dreams and my intimacies. ~j"