In the beginning (Gate)less (see what I did there?) was meant to be a poetry showcase, and it still is, at least that’s part of its way, primarily now, I see it as an experiment in documenting the fictional construction of a soul. Keeping that in mind, I wanted to reintroduce the idea of prompts; These will be the Sunday Sundries, and I encourage ya’all to participate. consider these three pictures as snapshots, part of the hyperobject we’ll call the Oversoul. Feel free to comment, write a poem or make fart noises in the comments section. Using the picture as a prompt.
Imagine this is one glimpse of the Oversoul, not often celebrated or examined, although there are moments in Pynchon’s work where these structures of emptiness are given their due.
In the future, Sunday Sundries will probably be premium-subscribers only, although any ‘true’ picture of the Oversoul, requires quite a few memetic variations, larger than a given sample of paperwork, elixirs & tea.
Despite the winter sunlight/and the coolness of its shade/I am warmed by branches/ hitting my eyes.