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H o r o s c o p e s H o r o s c o p e s #23
Nieve de Limón Jim P. Stone JULY/HEINÄKUU
2022
SEE/READ: Little Fish by Chad Hartigan. Leo: Even the tiniest accessory can be a
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Brutal but also lovely 10/10. grand statement. 
This movie began as a short story Virgo: Make short lists. Return to basics. Small is cozy, intimate, pocket-sized,

by Aja Gabel and ended up as a Libra: Warmth and kindness are non- handheld, manageable, overlooked,
great film with actors Olivia Cooke negotiable. brief, cute, powerful, compact, packs
and Jack O’Connell.  Scorpio: The roof is leaking. a punch. There’s small talk, small
My worst nightmare is to forget and Sagittarius: Do you remember your change, small business, small scale.
be forgotten by the people I love and childhood imaginary friend? It doesn’t mean their significance
this movie portrays how one couple Capricorn: There are ideas you don’t even is less. There’s freedom in small,
goes through this pandemic style drama which know you have. what’s over-looked/under-seen/
was written and made before the COVID Aquarius: Trust that you know what’s real. off the radar. Micro, petite, mini -
pandemic hit us. The Music by Keegan De Pisces: Be brave enough to let other people an ant can carry 20x its own body
Witt and the cinematography make the movie have impact on you. weight. Small acts of kindness can
perfect. You can find it in You tube, Google Play Aries: Tiny soldiers do tiny battle. have indeterminable/unforeseeable
and Apple TV. (and in Cuevana for free https:// Taurus: The impression you leave is lasting. grand effects. Big things come from
ww3.cuevana.pro/ but shhh) Gemini: Repeat your name while looking in small beginnings. It can feel nice
EAT: Mini S&M Lemon merengue cake the mirror. to remember we’re all a tiny part
from Teemu Aura Patisserie. Cancer: No one of a huge whole, but that the small
Amazing flavor and perfect can rewrite your things you can do within your power/
size for 1 sugar- loving experience of energy/dreams can bloom into the
person. things. loveliest/tallest/proudest/big-ass
LISTEN: Verde Prato sunflower. It starts from a seed, love,
(Green Lawn) is Ana energy, and the serendipity of this lil
Arsuaga,  a Basque ole mysterious world of ours.
singer that has Thanks for taking a small part of
hypnotized me with her your day to read this small zine/
sensual, electronic and newsletter/love letter/portal of
mysterious tones. She little Helsinki. It’s the little things by chamomilla @kamilla_kuna

usually sings in Euskera, that really get me - anonymous

the Basque language, contributions, committed Mixtape#23-smallmoments
but some of her songs subscribers, heartfelt readers, avid D J c h a m o m i l l a
are in Spanish and I am crossword doers, and the small
core team constantly holding us all when daydreaming has become essential;
specifically obsessed with
together. when small memories align creating one present moment
NESKAREN KANTA (The
This little A3 is more than I could 1. Olga Rajecka - Migliniece
girl’s song).
have hoped for, and as I have one 2. Velly Joonas - Kaes on aeg
HAVE: 90’s Polly Pockets. I
small tear in my eye, thanks to all 3. Domenique Dumont - Ono mambo haiku
recommend you grab
of you for whichever way you have 4. Bardeux - When we kiss
yourself one of
contributed or supported to our small 5. Quarteto Em Cy - Tudo que voce podia ser
those from ebay/
success. From a spark comes a fire, 6. Romare - L.U.V.
etsy. With luck
a thread a cloth, a seed a flower. 7. Against All Logic - Lkj
you can find some
<3 LWM & Salarakas 8. Jay Daniel - Paradise valley
without their price
ps. Next month’s theme is Secrets, 9. Sylvere - Because
being blown up
2 month anniversary party to come 10. Mark Pritchard - Under the sun
stratospherically.
11. Aphex Twin - Xtal

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in August!

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12. Sunni Colón - Satin PSICODELIC
‘What are you, fifteen?’ for conversations & contributions: 13. Aphex Twin - Alberto balsam
insta:@salarakashel
14. Nosaj Thing - Aquarium
Ritva Falla email: salarakashel@hotmail.com
15. Khuangbin - August 10
phono: 0452510121 for love notes. <3
It’s July. subscribe: patreon.com/salarakashel 16. Kokoroko - Abusey junction
It’s really hot.
People and newspapers say it is unusually hot.
She is alone. small questions for those who value small
She’s no longer in a relationship, she’s no longer hunted by yet another past relationship; she’s Interviewees include: Emil Lyytikkä @emillyytikka, Kati Peltola @ kati.aussi, Mariana
free. Núñez Sánchez @marederia, Emilia Tanner @emilia_tanner_, Andrea Gilly @diorela,
I see her from the outside, we’re best friends. I am happy for her: she starts dating like this is
Hitoshi Omori @hitoshi_withbigt. Interview by LWM.
her
last summer on Earth; Tinder is on fire.
Favorite small thing? EL: Small is a good gift.

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I hear her every evening back at home after those dates; she feels she’s getting to discover
who she is. She tells me, in the sofa drinking a late night beer: I promise nothing to no one. MNS: The sewed/painted KP: I like small scale, because it is
miniature version of me that my comfortable and intriguing.

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What I like the most about this season is to see her discovering her boundaries: she brings no
one home. Home is only for herself. I approve. first boyfriend (now dear friend) AG: Small is better than large;
On a very hot Saturday, she spends the day at the park with one of these Tinder dates. crafted for me. A soft(er) mini Living small, as in taking up

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They drink ciders and they smoke many many cigarettes; I know she loves smoking. The sun Mare if you will. less space by living in a small
sets really late, and at the end of the night, they make out, of course. She feels tipsy and she EL: My fav small thing place, is a better way to take

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loves that feeling, he himself is kind. He’s the first stranger she tells about her big dreams. He is a pair of tiny pliers space (then you can live BIG by
doesn’t dismiss her, he’s attentive. He asks if they can go to her apartment; they’re almost next that I carry with me. It’s enjoying the surrounding nature and
important because it’s the people, while respecting). Living

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door. She says no. ‘Are you making me bike all the way to Kumpula?’, he asks. He could bike
all the way to China, she couldn’t care less. pocketable. small is about not consuming all that
KP: I like the miniature we desire, but rather, in a conscious way
r
Next morning, we see a friend. I am a silent witness rather than a participant in this friendship
of hers. Still I join, and I see how things get complicated. I hate being silent. This friend asks cooking videos on where quality is prioritized over quantity.
casually about the previous night. She tells the truth, It was fun, I went home alone. This friend YouTube. Having an active small consumption lifestyle
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raises an eyebrow, a tiny bit cynical, and insists, ‘Did really nothing happen?’. She shakes her HO: I love small things. means the things we own are more valued
head, No. This friend says, casual again, ‘That’s what I used to do when I was fifteen, make out Why is small important? too. I try to live small, but I often fail. I think
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and go home. What’s the point of you?’. After a second of silence, this friend adds, ‘What are MNS: Small is important to be able to carry living small is a mindset and a test, a way
you, fifteen?’. treasures inside your clothes’ pockets in to try and do better and learn from my
your daily life and take them out when experiences every day.
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I’m still here, witnessing it all. I see her small, and I see her disappearing after being ridiculed
without warning. I want to grab her hand and take her for an ice cream. Tell her she’s not small, in need. After all, we are not all Mary HO:Things shouldn’t be seen from the
Poppins to carry around the magic bag. perspective of simply big or small,
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not at all. But I can’t, for I’m not really real. I see her silent, I see her become a miniature. I see
her erased, bullied like the unlucky child in school, and transparent. We go home. EL: Small can often be more impactful because if you make yourself smaller,
and concentrated than something small things become big.
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larger. What is the power of small?

KALLION PIENEN ET: Small is important because small MNS: The power of small is the
includes everything; everything possibility of storing indefinite memories
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KAHVILA
PIENI is there. When small things are in your human head. Also, the smaller
RISTIKKO often overlooked one can see the memory the lighter it is to have
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something unexpected when it around without taking over your

by RUUTINUUSKA looking at something closer and present.
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longer. KP: Once a friend of mine told

AG: Small makes me think she gets an uncomfortable tingly
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about the impact our life feeling in her fingers if she is doing
(#22 - solution) has on the planet –it is not something very precise and small.
small, it is big… but bare I don’t. My fingers are quite strong
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with me. Small is about the and determined and I can open the
“mindfulness” of how we smallest knots.
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engage with our surroundings and how this HO: Small things have to be
influences our surroundings. seen with
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HO: Being small doesn’t mean that it’s less caution, like
or not important. small hi-hat
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What is better smaller than large? sound in

MNS: Jewelry, spicy candy and nightmares. music.
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Advice/Neuvoja
Sunny Dae
Dear Sunny Dae,
I have been having this feeling - my
waking life feels like a neutral dream
that I later see as a nightmare. Quite
simply, I cannot seem to let go of my
last love. They left me feeling small and
unworthy. I was degraded, discarded,
and now I am disillusioned. In the dream,
we meet again. I go to their house and
walk through the halls, touching things
as I walk by like the table, the blankets,
the frames on the wall. We finally arrive
at the bedroom and I know where this is
going. The romance we shared was deep
and meaningful, so the dream does not
surprise me. What surprises me is that
midway through our bodies colliding in the
most ungraceful sex, I look at them and
say, “This doesn’t change how I feel about
you.” In the dream I can feel the anger
surging from my belly and expelling out
my mouth, oozing like a slime over the
sticky scene. I do not feel romance in that
moment. I feel empathy, disdain, disgust.
I wake from the dream feeling quite like
myself. I feel neither joy nor sadness, and
there is a general calm to my demeanor.
Did I ever love them?
 Warmly,
Lost at sea.
Dear Sea,
Sounds like your last love has awakened
the power of simultaneous feelings.
Embrace them. Welcome your complexity
with open arms and rejoice that you are
not a one-dimensional robot. You are
hardly small and you are hardly unworthy.
You can empathize with the beast and you
can be disgusted by them. Look at you!
Remember that even the beast can have
two feelings at once. Hold your hands
over your heart and be tender with it. Your
heart, even though its power is gigantic, is
small and needs as much protection as it
can get. Be well, gentle sea, and you will
find your way to port.
 Lighthouses surround you,
Sunny
Small things: from E to A Summer love letter
Dear A, and lil dreams
I did write you a love letter already and by no
means do I want to get greedy but I do think
you also deserve a tiny public celebration as
the amazing person and friend you are:
It’s all about small things, really. Small things
like receiving a message that says ’Happy
Friday!’ or ’How are you?’ and from week to
week being ’the same’: going to work or to the
supermarket, typing and smiling. Small things
like sitting on the beach in the heat of June
-the sea and sky full of blue and white light-
and talking, then suddenly feeling like crying.
Putting it like that it may not sound glorious
but that -being able to feel- is my cue of being
safe with someone. Things like hugging you
in a dream which will fill the following day of
your presence: steady and caring, always
thrilling.  The small dreams make me happy as well
You make jokes for the love of laugh, you
are shy and at times insecure, skeptical and
coldly rational. You are a wild and intense
dreamer. You live for things like first times or
public love letters or anniversaries. You are
full of life and giggles and hopes but there’s
also something deeply silent and serious
about you. You said there’s a certain sadness
you see in me. I see it in you too. Perhaps it’s
that sadness -among other things- that makes
us shine so bright to one another. I think
you are beautiful in so many ways. You are
always willing to do your part. You are hard-
working, trustworthy and fun to be around.
The older you get the more openly loving and
interested you dare to be. And I just love to be
on for that ride.
In two or five or ten years from now I’d be
lucky to still feel the adventure that’s you. I
think I’m lucky if I ever find someone who
sees me even remotely the same way you do.
Small things grow to be big, that’s what you
have taught me.
I love you,
E Arash Tohidi
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Small sadness
Chih-Tung Lin @leancheatone
Unelma Tyttö Han Lei
Dear Salarakas’ readers, friends and lovers,
I want to write about small things, those
everyday miracles and small dreams. I
haven’t dreamt that many big or adventurous
dreams during the magical nightless nights
here in the Finnish summer but, because the
days are long, I’ve been daydreaming a lot. 
I dream lil dreams about sun-kissed cheeks,
freckles, smiley eyes, the morning mist on
the leaves and petals, the smell of freshly cut
grass, the first warm summer rain, the gentle
touch of the wind, the first time of everything
with someone new, the tingly moments before
“accidentally” touching someone’s hand and
many more lil dreams that make me blush
and tickle inside. 
as the small things (the lil summer miracles
as I call them) that suddenly happen around
me. One day when I was walking home from
a run and the mailman smiled at me and
called me wonderful. I felt I could levitate few
centimetres off the ground and the rest of the
walk felt so light. 
Another day when I was waiting for the
lights to go green and feeling tired and was
yawning, a stranger looked deeply into my
eyes and at that moment I felt for a while
that I was the only person in the world. I can
still feel the hazy blueish gray gaze and the
smile that accompanied the gaze and I start
to blush. After that all the fatigueness from my
body disappeared and again I was lifted a few
centimetres from the ground. 
So, you lovely people out there, dream those
small dreams, get tingly and giggly, smile to
strangers and keep those lil miracles coming.
Yours truly,
Unelma Tyttö Han Lei ;)
P.S. I’m the person who smiles to you :)
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To Whom it May
Concern
Arash Tohidi @tohidigrams
I’ve been through a few minor incidents
that have forever changed how I view life.
The first one was the death of my mother.
The second was my recent diagnosis;
leukemia. And the last but not least, my
recent lack of appetite for concerns. So
I decided to write this piece for you who
might be on the verge of collapse. Long
time ago I was working as a copywriter
in an advertising company. Our office
was as dull as a dentist’s office and later
I realized its purpose, which was to force
us into astral projection – very convenient
way of seducing creativity. I had this client,
“Terve-Turva”, an insurance company
that I despised. But they came in with the
year’s leftovers and offered us a bonus
clause. After our manager, Petrus, heard
about them first hand, he said in one of
our brainstorming sessions, “Life isn’t that
great. Why insure it?”, which came off
as quite out of character to us, since he
was living the most television life known
to mankind. I kinda liked him though, he
was different. I bet if he was still around,
he would’ve ended up in a reality show, or
worse, in the parliament. But no one saw
him after our business with Terve-Turva
which he handled so smoothly that they
threw us all a pre-Christmas party at a
hotel in Amsterdam which covered the
entire “leftover” budget at a few pennies
over a million. As far as Amsterdam
goes in terms of drugs, keeping the high
uninterrupted was insured by booking the
entire floor filled with whatever you can
swallow, inhale, snort or insert. Petrus,
I remember suddenly dragged me into
his room, repeatedly telling me “Come
check this! I wanna introduce you to my
little friend.” I was so high that everything
was super slow-motion. Petrus bending
forward to get a better view of the empty
drawer-top, again telling me “Look at
this, do you see?” I’m like “What? What
do you mean?” I look over the top of
the drawer, I still see nothing. He says:
“Look! There is a drop! You see that?” I
look in the mirror above the drawer, I see
my stupid face with an unstoppable grin,
replying: “Yeah, yeah, there is a drop.
What about it?” He grabbed me by the
sleeve and pulled me forward, now I’m
bending forward, looking. “There are two
drops actually,” I said, “but what about
them?” Then he slides his hand all the
way from my shoulder to my index, in a
way as playfully as if he’s about to land it
on his genitals – as Kathleen Willey once
put it – which for sure I’d consider okay if
only I knew what’s going to happen next.
“Do you believe in me?” “Yes”, I said. “Do
you love me?” “Yes, I said. “Does death
scare you?” “I don’t know.” I said. “So,
help me God.” he said, as he held my
hand like a desktop mouse, and placed
the tip of my index on one of the drops.
He touched the other drop with his. A few
seconds, minutes, or hours later – only
God knows actually how long – in front
of the same mirror, I saw my mother,
bathing in an ancient roman spa. I heard
somebody yelling in the hallway of the
hotel. I look over the mirror again and it
was gone. When I came back to Helsinki,
I heard that my mother had been sailing
in the Mediterranean and had apparently
drowned after a concussion. The other
crew member I don’t wanna speak
about. Petrus sold all of his shares at the
company and vanished somewhere in
South America. I couldn’t handle the job
after that so well, especially since the new
manager was a total bore. The company
did fine though, reaping all the bonus
clauses from earlier gigs. I fell ill little by
little over the years, until my doctor told
me I’ve got leukemia. What’s left for me
now is to bother other people with such
stories but one thing I can promise, is that
till the last healthy cell streaming through
my veins, I will never assume things in
their apparent proportions. And Petrus, if
you’re reading this by any chance, know
that death does not scare me anymore but
I would’ve really preferred your genitals at
that moment.
Truly yours,
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by Francisco @franciscotrento
A tiny love letter to the
raccoons arriving in
Finland
Francisco @franciscotrento
I read in a newspaper piece from 2019
that raccoons will soon arrive in Finland due
to deforestation, climate change and their
introduction in Russia and Estonia as pets.
Raccoons do not respect political borders, so
the immersion of the Procyon lotor in Finland
is imminent. The piece says that raccoons will
be in Finnish land in five years from 2019.
I love raccoons, perhaps more than humans,
but your arrival may unbalance the food chain
and harm native fauna. Your arrival is terrible
news, indicating that human-inflicted climate
and environmental change happen quicker
than expected. Yet, I love you, raccoons. Not
sexually. In the past, a Tinder match noticed
that I wrote in my profile that I love capybaras
and raccoons. She asked me if I was a
zoophile. No, I am not. Yet I love you. You are
incredible creatures: you handle your food
underwater to improve your paws’ sensory
skills! Pesukarhu—raccoon in Finnish—
means washing bear.
I have not written a love letter since high
school. I do not know how to start, what to
say, or how to differentiate a romantic from a
platonic love letter. In fact, with humans, I do
not know the difference between a platonic
relationship and a romantic one. I do not
grasp the logic that separates them. Who
invented it? And for what purpose? Why can
I cuddle and kiss lovers but not friends, and
can’t friends be lovers? Spoiler: they can.
Why do these categories exist? I have no
clue.
Beloved raccoons, I cannot offer you kisses
but food: almonds, cashew nuts or vegan
sausages. Theoretically. I cannot feed you.
People should not feed wild animals. Perhaps
you are already here. I feel you. Since I
cannot write love letters, I give you a few
tips: in Finland, you will encounter another
invasive species, the raccoon-dog (supikoira).
They are not raccoons, yet they look a bit
like you! I hope you will be friends. You are
ingenious swimmers and wash your food.
You will find many lakes here to swim and
wash your fruits! You may think Finland is
pretty small, as you inhabit the most extensive
land masses of the world, like Canada, USA
and Russia (non-natively). But what do
country sizes mean for creatures that do not
conceptualise borders? Perhaps nothing (I
hope so). Our trash cans are yet not prepared
for your arrival. Please forage as much
food as possible before the cities introduce
raccoon-proof trash cans, whose lockers you
will eventually dismantle.
I love you,
F
UNTITLED
(GRAND GESTURE)
Iona Roisin
I have
no need
for a crane shot
tracking for minutes
over rooftops
the detail
of a light touch
will do
like your elbow
nudging
mine
on the armrest
in the cinema
or a single pearl
of dew
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