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The Loneliest Star

By Rachel Du Mont-Greenlee
April 25, 2022
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The sun rises over Earth
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Every day she rises, climbing the sky stairs effortlessly, without pause. Come rain or dark clouds or thunderstorms or rabid winds. Her golden fleet marches the soil grounds, somewhere on the planet. Her flaxen rays warm it, burn it, nurture and kill it. She’s always there, yet some claim the sun is the loneliest star.

How can she be lonely up there in the sky? Casting yellow and tangerine and cotton candy pink onto the backs of clouds. With the view of the gods, she sees everyone and everything, the grand surveyor of life, becoming.

The sun remembers the first glint of the seas. She remembers the first splashes of time when winged creatures hatched from strange shells and giant beasts roamed the land, sky, and sea.

She smiled when the human found flame and laughed with joy when the tiny people noticed her, prayed to her, worshipped her, and thanked her. For centuries the celestial orb was transfixed by their curious building and innovation, evolving, changing before her eyes, forgetting her at times, daring to believe it was she who revolved around them. But always, there lived a thousand souls who sat beneath her warmth, accepted it as their own, and shared a fleeting sunrise, afternoon, or sunset.

Just as she saw life, she saw death and is forever doomed to acknowledge its cyclical journey. She’d miss those who visited, freckled on their noses, cheeks, and shoulders by her constant attention. Another civilization collapsed, and more lives disappeared. She’d mourn the people and creatures of the past. She’d never forget them.

The star saw the cave paintings and the pyramids rise. The birth of aviation gave her hope for closer friends. Time passed, but she always woke somebody or put them to bed.

For all the loneliness of the great star above, she carries the past, present, and future in the buttery rays. She has you. And you have her. Forever.

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Rachel Du Mont-Greenlee

As an antiquarian, Rachel Du Mont-Greenlee grew up knowing she’d incorporate history into her career, studying ancient civilizations and the physical, cerebral, and social jewels they left behind. During her studies at California Polytechnic State University, San Luis Obispo, where Du Mont-Greenlee earned her bachelor’s degree in City and Regional Planning, Du Mont- Greenlee realized her passion for architecture and urban forms, physical spaces that bridge cultures and enable sociality. After working several years in public and private sector urban planning, Du Mont-Greenlee returned to academia, earning her master’s degree in Social Anthropology from Goldsmiths College, University of London. At Goldsmiths, she wrote anthropological ethnographies including the following topics: how sense of place authenticity relays to mental experiences in restaurants, and an auto-ethnographic piece on the South Orange County suburbs that moves between architecture and people and sets an analogy between the making of homes and the making of housewives, informed by classic feminist theory. To better understand the politics of place, place authenticity, historical remembrance through spatial awareness, and architecture’s construction of sociality, she spent a year and a half researching urban trends during the coronavirus pandemic in London, England. Du Mont- Greenlee compared her social findings that society underwent gentrification of the mind amid the pandemic to the gentrification of urban places, including Shoreditch, London. In doing so, she found that anything—even longstanding architectural bastions once revered for their ingenuity could be erased or forgotten. Much like the books of old burned for their revolutionary messages. While not sculpted from brick and mortar or concrete or wood, the written word weathers time as do the architectural wonders of the world. Both are fragile, capable of crumbling in a moment, but both transcend time and remind humankind of history. Touched equally by the lives of collapsed civilizations as those breathing alongside her today, Du Mont-Greenlee believes the marvels humans create reflect the soul of humankind. These ideas inspire the non-fiction articles she writes for Coffee House Writers and her fiction manuscript Edge of Worlds.

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