For as long as I can remember I have been having a vision. Not always, not every night, but recurring throughout my life. The vision always appears at the crepuscular boundary between waking and sleep, when I settle down in my bed and prepare to leave the day behind.
On mental health, the discovery of being trans, and reclaiming my writerly self.
Mouths are weird. They’re not quite like other parts of our body, most of which are ‘objects’ in themselves, even though they are sometimes reducible to smaller parts. A hand has fingers, a palm, and so forth, but is also what it is: a hand. A mouth has lips, teeth, gums, a tongue, but it is nothing in itself. A mouth is an emptiness.
I wrote the introductory post for a new history blog founded by four colleagues/friends and myself. It’s about the Ribe cranium, an 8th century skull fragment with a runic inscription. The inscripion is (most likely) a healing spell to defeat a dwarven spirit causing illness, possibly a headache.
The article is part of an ongoing series “Runic Escapades”, in which I will present runic inscriptions in their cultural and historical context.