hanging by a spider thread. it's september. kids are going back to school. yikes. it's a time to go inside. but inside is fraught. it's a time for spiritual renewal but the spiritus mundi is being attacked and burned viciously, relentlessly. and the pandemic slowly pervades everyone and everything. individually, we go inside and watch the fall, cringing in a hibernation we cannot afford and a hole in the vague shape of the human we cannot hope to emerge from whole.