Kin Salt Seance

We were told of the oldest pepper tree in Vallejo, to listen and to drink deep. The floorpan and the boardroom are all laid out connected in spirit and sight and signal. Adjacent shapes for familiar relations. More shapes than we can imagine color our food everyday and pull on our shirts. Have you seen the lion?

Upstairs in 1860 an intercession, a table, a figure of outgoing lines and a broken panorama as we join hands, all our twists of fingers bound up inside one another. Notice your chest, swelling up in call and response, a hinged barn door and the rapping of diminishing oxygen in here. The electric ghosts and the binding problem.  The Winslow House is our instrument in 2024. Convening subjects of our attentions are drawn from the cloudy vapors and the mycelial outgrowths and rewoven into complexes of gating, to keep the chickens together. Visiting personalities, both human and not, both allies and antagonists are arrayed like divinatory cards, in a power law distribution.  It may be in the candle, It may be in the water, you may douse it out; there may be specious conclusions that need arbitration or brigandage. A willingness to flow and be game and to look squarely at the externalities and catastrophic risks.