dispatches from the wild interior: September 28, 2020

The Hanged Man: How the hell did you end up here? Is this suspension punishment or bliss? The thing from which you are suspended is everything. Or tied to everything. Is your becoming a widening or a narrowing to a very fine point? Is the world upside down or is it you? The way it can feel like you’re moving when you look out the window of a still vehicle and watch traincars pass, our hearts are always way out ahead of us. Sometimes we have to go backward to catch up. Is the sun rising, setting, or waiting for you to catch fire? The only thing keeping you here is you. Hang on. Let go. Hang on.