As the thread falls into the opening of the needle, in a clearly amorous act, the two unite, ready to dance and create new story weaves. I feel invited, through the hole. I can meander, in and out, peering into this burrow. If I wish, the hole allows me to hide, but also to emerge when the right opportunity presents itself. Meet me here in cracks, beneath the surface. This house is in tension, desire is never given here, but only delineates possible patterns of becoming; between 'no longer' and 'not yet', in an area of fertility, of divergence, of transformation. A place where a seed of radical hope can germinate.

From Some Holes in This House.