Beneath the shell, anyone’s shell, what rolls, bumps, stretches, and seeks a way to the outside world?
My mind is writhing with monsters. Mythological monsters tangle with political ones, beautiful monsters wrestle the mundane, and common monsters dance with the mind-bending ones.
In the end, the monster is a product of a false dichotomy, (Aren’t all dichotomies false?) the raven-haired sister of some fair-maiden ideal presented as a short-cut to thinking. The monster is labeled and pinned, devoid of its own context and trapped forever with the yellowing paper context of the ones who put themselves in charge of categorizing and classifying.
This is a collection of oddities from my mind – some silly, some painful, but all monsters. Enjoy the hatchlings of my brain and leave me a comment!