Where does that hallway lead? Illustrated by Jerad Walker
Where does that hallway lead? The architecture of my dreams: hallways in red velvet, broad as betting parlors, spaces that signal transition—always— and sometimes I come to a subtle door that opens into a dark earthen maze. It’s familiar but not particular. I begin squeezing down the labyrinth until it’s wide as I am. Yellow earth. Unease rises. I crouch. Ahead: the depth. I know the secret—I’ve known all my days! I backtrack from the anonymous earth, shut the basement door, return to the hall. Hors d’oeuvres. The opera. No way to assert what was, where I went. Must wake to recall the dark, the door, the secret I forget. Through that grave, I wonder if there’s a caul a curtain drawn like nothing before all. *** Jerad's website is certainly worth a visit!