As I read the card and looked back at the tusk, it feels resonantly true. Definitely a river. That is the abiding impression from behind the glass cases. Unlike some Renaissance artefacts which are still active, these ice age ones still work. It’s not like walking past a statue of Venus in the Uffizi that still had Venus installed in it, these objects felt like you could just pick them up and start enchanting with them.
Again, it comes back to that strange sense of familiarity, of approachability. These are my objects. These are your objects. Mathematically, they belong to all of our ancestors. It feels like a validation of that whole idea that magic’s true antiquity lies in the continuity of its practice rather than the handing down of specific concepts or gods. I am indescribably at home among these artefacts despite their lack of personal context.
What is this about?
This is my attic blog. It's an archive of old blog entries and posts on various blogs and blog-like things. When I close a project down, it goes here. This may move, the links aren't permanent, but if you're interested in reading stuff I've written over the years – go nuts!
CAUTION: it's about as well sorted as you'd expect an attic to be.
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