i have began to give language — albeit cryptic — to an aspect of me that previously existed in secrecy in silence. this aspect, still exceedingly coy, is beginning to reveal itself to me in bits and pieces: a revelation at the crossroads, an altar; mischief here, obedience there; a pslams here, a tarot spread there.

the most persistent clue i’ve received to this aspect’s nature has been the word ‘juncture’ – a point at which two entities meet, collide, or coalesce. the word has been lapsing throughout my conscious for a few months now.

i love the astrological bit. it validates, in the fashion of the cosmos, past parts of me + speaks to the fact that while these parts existed in specific form at a specific ratio of space and time, their genesis predates those specifics + their existence projects far from those specifics. i am whatever i was, whatever i am, and whatever i will be.

i honor these timelines, components, and junctures. this honoring renders me the double agent: expressing fidelity at one juncture and adultery at the other.