"...I transitioned into a preconscious state, and recall standing by the Mississippi river’s edge, as the half-moon’s full moon ignited flares of angel fire, exploding like fireworks of stars in the night sky across the water’s surface. I wandered, for I don’t know how long, until a light exposed a set-shift. I came to a crossing: an ‘X’ in the road. It marked a RAILROAD CROSSING with 3 TRACKS – all of which, warned of disappearing into the river’s flaming deep fog abyss. 

          I managed to traverse the set of railroad tracks, and navigate over a hardscape neutral ground to another set of tracks. They both ran parallel and alongside a big gazebo, which appeared to be some kind of a way station. An oarsman, asleep behind the wheel of a big white Suburban parked opposite on the river’s side, appeared in-waiting to shuttle me across and into the abyss..."

"…Maggie pointed to one of two Tarot card readers outside set-up in Jackson Square plaza in front of the church. Miss Rachel had replaced her beanie with a fluorescently speckled multi-green hat reflecting in the fading light. “Come, let’s talk to her,” Maggie said, grabbing my arm. 

            Now transformed to Hoodoo Witch, as we approached she rose from behind a TV tray-size snack table to greet us. Coming closer, I could make out sequins and tiny bells on the points of her headdress glinting in the low sun. Her hair was pinched-up under it, revealing only her earlobes. Her face was painted alternating shades of green triangles, circles, squares, and trapezoidal shapes, dusted with patches of glitter. The table was draped in an old worn dark green cloth, and showcased on top was a fortune teller’s tool of the trade: a well-used deck of vintage Tarot cards. She wore a tight green flannel costume of geometric shapes, which matched her face, under an unbuttoned thick wool coat. I made her out to be about 60-years of age…"