Wednesday, October 6, 2004


One of the tarantulas I'm caring for molted last night. This is her empty skin:

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I wish you could see how it's like a jacket with little sleeve holes, & the upper half of its body lifts up like the door atop an army tank and (with a great deal of suffering, I imagine) she just pulls herself out of her old clothes.

I read once somewhere that one thing spiders symbolize is creativity, especially writing, which is sort of like weaving a web (remember Charlotte?). I think Dr. B. has just enacted the very life event I'm passing through at this moment. Manufactured an image on this side of the dream membrane.
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