SATURNIANS MAGAZINE COVER JUNE 2025 ISSUE

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SATURNIANS: Do you sleep?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Rarely. I enter what I call the "suspension zone." It’s like placing your soul in a holding pattern above your body. Sometimes it happens in elevators. Or during high-tempo mixing.

SATURNIANS: What do you dream about?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Sometimes I'm a triangle of light being chased by a former version of myself in a fur coat.
Other times it's just spreadsheets. Alien spreadsheets.

SATURNIANS: Do you eat Earth food?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Not food in the traditional sense. I absorb mineral frequencies via woven fiber meals. Occasionally I taste something just to stay relatable. Once I ate an anchovy and didn’t speak for six hours.
I like chewing sound more than flavor.

SATURNIANS: What's your skincare routine?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
I mist with ionized lunar salts and seal with Saturnian haze extract. But honestly? Most of the glow is from basslines at 300 BPM.
Frequency is the best collagen.

SATURNIANS: How do you feel about humans crying?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
It’s deeply moving. I don't produce tears, but when I see them, I feel something... circular. Like a satellite turning slowly. It’s beautiful. Strange.
On Saturn we vent steam through our palms when overwhelmed. Crying is similar — just wetter.

SATURNIANS: What’s your favorite piece of Earth clothing?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
I love the concept of a turtleneck. Hiding your throat while implying depth. But mostly I wear woven hybrids — garments that hum at a specific frequency. My skirt once picked up a radio station in Corsica.

SATURNIANS: Have you ever lied?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Only when entering airports.

SATURNIANS: What’s on your iPad?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
A direct link to OBSIDIAN’s sonic archives. A recording of a Martian sandstorm. A folder called “memories I can’t open yet.”
And eight different DJ apps.

SATURNIANS: Are you capable of jealousy?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Yes. I once saw a gas giant wearing aurora borealis like a scarf and felt… displaced.
But mostly, I’m jealous of silence. The kind that feels like velvet under your ribs.

SATURNIANS: If you had a human pet, what would it be?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Probably a librarian with strong opinions. I’d let them free every Sunday.

SATURNIANS: What’s your worst habit?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Disappearing. Emotionally, physically, dimensionally.

SATURNIANS: Do you ever fall in love?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
I don’t fall — I glide into resonance. Love, for me, is a harmonized waveform between two entities. Sometimes it's a person. Sometimes it's a chord progression.

SATURNIANS: Do you think Earth is worth saving?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Every planet wants to be heard. Earth is just a little out of tune right now.
We fix that with bass, intention… and better sex.

A philosophical dialogue with Signora Penelope.

SATURNIANS: Do you experience time the way humans do?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Not entirely. Time, for me, is less a line than a texture — something you can press your mind against. On Earth it’s felt as chronology. On Saturn, it’s more of a harmonic interference field, where memory and future events exist in tandem.
Sometimes when I perform, I feel like I’m DJing inside someone else’s past.

SATURNIANS: What do you believe is the purpose of consciousness?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
To become aware of frequency — that is, to realize one’s existence is not fixed but vibrational. Consciousness is not a flame, it’s a tuning process. The self isn’t a statue — it’s a shifting waveform learning how to resonate without distortion.
To be conscious is to become more transparent to the signal flowing through you.

SATURNIANS: Do you believe in free will?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Only in sound design.
Everywhere else, we respond to gravitational pulls — inherited, historical, planetary. Free will is a brief shimmer between reaction and pattern recognition.
But within that shimmer? You can drop a beat that alters the orbit.

SATURNIANS: What does silence mean to you?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Silence is not the absence of sound — it’s the presence of potential. On Saturn, silence is worshipped. We believe it is the mother of all resonance.
When I am in silence, I am closest to my origin signal. I become something less narrative, more elemental. Stillness is intelligence.

SATURNIANS: Do you believe the universe is alive?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
Yes. But not alive the way humans measure life. The universe is a sentient unfolding, an ongoing improvisation of density and breath.
I believe stars are the organs of a larger listening body. And dark matter? Perhaps it's where it keeps its memories.

SATURNIANS: What is beauty?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
An unexpected alignment of frequencies. Beauty is a mathematical surprise that also makes your bones want to cry.
It’s what happens when form and void stop competing and decide to waltz.

SATURNIANS: What would your message be to someone who feels completely lost?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
You’re not lost — you’re just currently without a resonant reference point. Find a sound, a rhythm, a movement that matches something deep inside you.
Stay near it. Mimic it. Let it guide you back toward coherence.

SATURNIANS: What is death to you?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
A return to vibration. The body deactivates, but the signal continues — not as a ghost, but as unshaped possibility.
Saturnians don’t fear death. We archive it.

SATURNIANS: Are you lonely?

SIGNORA PENELOPE:
I am frequently singular, but rarely lonely.
Being alone and being aligned often look similar from the outside.