Today, the sky holds a square between Venus and Mars. Both in mental signs\u2014Gemini and Virgo\u2014leaving many of us teetering on the edge these days. A flood of words, thoughts, ideas on one side, and a mountain of duties, tasks, checklists on the other. We\u2019re packing for the sea\u2014those are the checklists. I\u2019m building this website, choosing fonts like Venus once chose lovers in happier times. One font (Mars in Virgo, typography) feels too pretentious, another too childish, but this one\u2014I like it. It reads like a book. I can\u2019t stand these trendy, potato-shaped fonts. It\u2019s not just their roundness; they feel disinterested. With them, the word \u201cForget\u201d reads the same as \u201cventilator.\u201d What a pity for the calligraphic traditions! The Chinese must be despairing. That sharp quill, once piercing and leaving its mark, has simply vanished. What\u2019s this 21st-century urge to banish Mars from our minds, to make everything rounded? Perhaps it\u2019s just a phase. Seven-and-a-half years of Uranus in Taurus, and we\u2019ve rounded out too, just like the fonts. Cars have lost their sharp edges; everything\u2019s curved. Yet paper can still cut us\u2014until they abolish it with Uranus in Gemini, claiming digital paper will \u201csave the Amazon\u201d while new mines open and entire regions turn into waste dumps. The font I\u2019ve chosen, the one your eyes now glide over, is called Esteban. Yes, a man\u2019s name. A young man, I\u2019d say. An Argentine. Crafted by Ang\u00e9lica D\u00edaz, inspired by the manuscripts of Jorge Alfredo D\u00edaz Esteban. Some soul lingered when it moved to paper.<\/p>\n
Argentina, birthplace of dear Sabato, who gazed into the endless depths of Borges and Cort\u00e1zar\u2014the one who first urged me to write short stories while I was studying\u2014somehow has no rival in font selection. As Woland said,<\/p>\n