hi, kit. I donāt have aĀ question, per se, but this has been troubling me lately.
I recently stayed at a lodge that, by all accounts, was very lovely. they had a peaceful garden, a lake, delicious food always served hot and fresh. but the lodge was ā¦ strangely empty.Ā the staff were friendly, but seemed surprised at our arrival.Ā we could hear people, periodically, but never saw them.Ā we heard noises, but couldnāt locate their origin. we received a phone call in our room from nobody. we explored the building one afternoon and the halls were so, soĀ quiet. it makes me wonder, kit, if we were ever really there. if the lodge even exists.
most unnerving, however, was this grotesque statue in the lobby. carved out of a gnarled, lightning-struck tree root, it depicts an eagle, a lion, a panther, and a jaguar, each one fighting, clawing, struggling to come out on top. they so melt into one another that you cannot tell where one begins and another ends. āSurvival,ā itās called.
is this how we are joined to one another? in violence? in fear? in the pain we inflict?Ā what business does this have doing in a place designed for hospitality? the more I think about it, the more this dark feeling coils in my gut. what was this place founded on? what secrets do they hide? I am struggling to make sense of it.
I justĀ donāt like it, kit. I donāt like it one bit.
