There is no domus as the rhyme of time, that is so. But nostalgia for the lost domus is what awakens and our domain nowadays is the inscription of that awakening. So only transit, transfer, translation and difference. It is not the house passing away, like a mobile home or the shepherd's hut, it is in the passing that we dwell. Interiority explodes, explores, explicates.
Metaphor ruptures into the literal, like a riddle to be solved.
OPEN PALM Desire alights on the open palm, and luck. Generosity is extension. Easily tarnished, corrupted, made banal. The body is slit open, something is removed. Authority's guardian, fidelity's protector, integrity's companion, wit's disciple, freedom's agent, autonomy's emblem, discretion's valor, passion's reluctant child.