We are not mere humans. We are positioned at the tidal ground between sleep & waking, between man and woman (each are their own tide), child & the old, inside & throughout all distinctions & binary separations.

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Our position in society is unique. We simultaneously occupy the most demonized & the holiest station. As avatars of the subconscious in waking life, we are representatives of that which is left untouched by most humans. The repressed memories, silenced fears, and age-old tumults buried beneath the layers of many lifetimes; these things are our forte. Native to death, we treat life delicately, as a foreign substance.

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Life, here, ecologically speaking, is the air, and death is in the water. I speak not of the sea, nor any fast moving water; these are in the power of a different sort of being. Our place is the slow-moving waters, the waters that sit without moving, the waters without bottom. These are the waters in which things come to rest and decompose.

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Because we are positioned at the place where death becomes life, we are also part of the purge, the section of the lifecycle in which the old, ragged, and useless are disposed of, and just before new life takes root and transforms again the disordered particles into new, headstrong geometries. At this junction of immortality, we also take upon ourselves our roles as speakers of bones.

Thank You for Listening & Finishing the page.

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