Carried: Radiation Sickness

The reading here is that flourishing is not permitted — not difficult, not unlikely, but disallowed by whatever runs things — and the evidence has been collected over years of efforts that came apart. Confidence has gone with it, leaving a sense of being deliberately devalued and stripped of any power to affect outcomes. It was set up by a family that rejected and disempowered as a matter of routine, so the prohibition felt total long before the world was consulted. What the shape asks for is one result kept, and counted, and not explained away.

Whatever I build, something takes it apart. I've stopped thinking of that as coincidence.

Ixion, bound to a wheel that turns forever, punished for having reached toward something above his allotted place. The form implies a task: to test whether the sentence was ever passed, or only announced at home.