I’M CURIOUS if you’ve ever found your soul upended by an image. By a single image.
This is the one that did that to me:
It was something about the awkwardness and rhythm in exact proportionsomething about the Christ, in half-crucifixion position, offering his wound to the probing Jupiter finger of the Apostle Thomasstrange enough to verge on the sexual, awkward enough to wedge itself through the joinery of my skull, crack open my begging bowl, & let the light pour in.
I’m not Christian at all, but I did watch a lot of Nick at Nite when I was little, and my friends had stuff like this