#uncertainty — Public Fediverse posts

A Painting Possessed Me

While Instagram doom scrolling, my eye hooked
on the photo of an oil painting, with the most
peculiar, layered texture of pigments, like an
ancient dig with archaeologists crawling in and
out all day long under the desert sun. Like that
first scene of The Exorcist. 

Then it dawned on me how possession happens: in 
stages. And as I gazed and gaped, I stepped back 
from the artwork, almost involuntarily. Perhaps 
in fear of being touched: so near the center of 
what must become the spot where my soul resides.