2017

A new year approaches like a sluggish beast set to ravage the town. It has been traveling for miles, steadily making its way across land and sea; an inevitable object set on a path no one may escape. It brings change, though carried within its arms are relics of the past, a hybrid creature of nostalgic tidings and infinite possibilities: echoes of what could be tinged in what has forever been. We celebrate our fate as it lurches forward, that monstrous speck on the horizon. What will it give this year — its gifts of many tongues and many faces, of joy and sorrow and hope. I feel the steps. Thunder from on high.

But then I hear its siren call and realize the beast is not the one who approaches; we are the ones approaching, its jaws opened wide: a great cave of impossible depths set to swallow us whole.