Kalorama Park, Washington, DC, April 19, 2020, approx. 1700 hours. The pine cone is standing upright, as if a sentinel for something. The sticks are layered on top of each other, forming a thicker circle. Who could have left this? What unspeakable acts were performed here? Maybe I should have broken the circle as I left...
You're cursed for life now. The Pinecone God is awoken from his slumber, prickly and contemptuous. "K Y L E," he says in a deep basso-profundo, "KYLE!" Your USB cords are now all snakes.
ReplyDeleteI once found a similar circle on a rock that I liked to sit on at the edge of my property. It had a burnt object in the center along with used matches artfully arranged. I assumed it was just my neighbors trying to discourage me from sitting so close to their space, but I’d lived in New Orleans long enough to not dismiss the thought that a voodoo curse might give me hemorrhoids or something if I sat on that rock again.
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