Death

September 10, 2025

field note from death’s dancefloor

This morning the Thoth deck placed Death in my hand with the peculiar weight that only certain cards carry—that gravitational pull of significance that makes the fingers tingle and the mind sharpen. Not the grim ender of tales that medieval minds conjured, but the skeletal dancer Crowley envisioned in his...

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March 8, 2025

Why Don’t the Dead Speak?

We’ve been waiting. For centuries, we’ve held séances, whispered into mirrors, and left tape recorders running in empty rooms. We’ve built entire religions around the promise that death is not the end, that something lingers beyond the veil, that the dead—our dead—might return with secrets in their mouths. And yet,...

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January 22, 2025

death is strange

My neighbour passed away yesterday. It was expected—she was old, had lived a full life, and passed with her daughter by her side. Yet, even when it’s expected, it still feels surreal. We were close, as neighbours go. I’ve lived in this house for nearly 25 years, and she’s been...

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October 16, 2019

One of these seconds

I often wonder about nothing; Sometimes I wonder about something, but mostly i just wonder about Hell and my place in it or on it if Hell is Earth and other people Worlds within worlds within worlds. Worlds come and go. Four births happen each second of every day and...

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