Via Sinistrae Podcast
It’s a story that travels in circles. I remember you, I struggle to be free of you, I see you coming to redeem me again. I lack the control to decide which it will be in any given space. When I am aglow with pure love I am a beautiful care free maiden. When I resist, I become monstrous, clawed and toothed, with an indiscriminate bite. As I returnto the life electricI take the shapeof a mad old woman cackling and bending in the street,...babbling incoherent truth. All the heavensand all the hells that I have visited in my various shapes, I have visited accidentally. Unable to man my ship, I arrive wherever the change wind blows. I kill you in this play, love you in that, give birth to you in another, on and on. When I do remember, that too is an accident. As an accidentit is no more beautifulthan when I forget. What is beautifulis the moment outside of the fold,...that placewhere I amanother you,where puppetand masterand stageare the holy trinityand the circle is enlivened by purpose.