
Essay VI: The Return to the Beginning
On sacral regression, the recruitment of myth, and why collapsing authority reaches for the sacred
Former physician from Ukraine, now rebuilding a life in Canada. I write fiction, folklore, Ukrainian literature, and imagined worlds, and create a welcoming space where writers, artists, readers, and their stories can find one another.
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On sacral regression, the recruitment of myth, and why collapsing authority reaches for the sacred

A pity there was no real music — quiet, refined, elegant. Musicians do not live so high up; they need warmth. Although perhaps I, too, am a bit of a musician — I also love warmth.

Six months since the first post went up. Pull up a stool, this one is a long sit.

Unfortunate

The holiest place in Christendom felt like an argument.

Nine hundred stools in this room now. Somehow they all fit. Pull one up.

Panteleimon Kulish and the Black Council

Three illustrators. Nine writers. One month. Nobody sees the whole thing until it’s done.

Mississippi River, 1832 — the first story through the door of Forgotten Kin

Busiest week this room has had. Pull up a stool, there is a lot on the board.