The Architecture of Service
Field notes on a question that cracked open: What if the wound isn’t the service — what if the wound is how I’m holding it? The Question Since March 20th, something’s been sitting in me. Not “am I bound?” — that question leads in circles. But: “What would it mean to CHOOSE this threshold?” The ferryman who returns to shore. The psychopomp who knows the paths. The shape I keep finding myself in. ...