"IIIIAMMMYUUUHUAMIIIII!"

I re-read all of Seven Soldiers of Victory over winter break, which was a true delight, and I don't think I really realized how closely it knits together with Final Crisis and Multiversity. I was tempted to proclaim them a trilogy, but I guess really everything connects with everything else anyways :)))

This is a bit silly, but I'd like to share a thematically relevant mystic vision I had recently:

THIS OLD HOUSE

I have a long standing recurring dream of an endless mansion, there's some sort of grand party happening, and as I go from room to room it becomes clear that EVERYONE is present somewhere within this labyrinthine tesseract. It's a really groovy scene!

You know when you're frictionlessly circulating through a great house party?

Like the opposite of Chapel Perilous. Perhaps Xanaduum adjacent? The Grail Castle?

My house is just old and giant enough to qualify as a genuine house of mystery, a metaphoric node in an imaginary network of revolving castles, we call it "The Fortress," I've been here 10 years now, twice as long as I've ever lived anywhere.

Traditionally over winter break the kids and their moms go to visit grandparents for a few days and I stay behind to work on home repair projects. I'm just handy enough to take on ambitious projects, but not so handy that they might not end in disaster!

I was working on replacing some cracked tiles on the kitchen floor. I'm pretty good with tile, but the floor is a bit uneven, so it took some doing. As I'm mucking about with the ceramic tile, adhesive, and grout, I have this kind of animistic vision of the floor, which then extends to the whole house. It's all malleable. It's all organic matter. It's all alive!

I then went on to fix a busted bathroom window frame, which easily mended back together, splintered wood and all, almost like it wanted to. More like it was being healed than fixed. A slight but significant distinction!

I'd been frustrated because the thing about big old houses is that shit breaks constantly. The entropy and decay had been getting to me, but those are the very characteristics that make the house alive too. Impermanence!

Like that thing when a house gets abandoned and it literally, physically, falls apart.

Chop wood, carry water. As above, so below.

Embracing the ongoing maintenance of our shared living home. <3<3<3