Spider practice. // Not just the weaving of her web, a trap and a home and a cosmos and a sort of destiny. But also, the way it (daily) breaks, and how she does it again, and again, and again. This is her work and her expression. Loss, and the spirit of starting over from (seeming) nothing. Discovering new anchors, and then, half-measuring, half-making relationships between them. Living on strands of silk is not dissimilar to living on hypothesis. (Her spider soul suspended somewhere between dia-noia and noesis.)
