Extract of the book, MAD SISTERS OF ESI, continued from previous post: "'Comes' of course is the wrong word. The museum is always there, invisible and waiting. *Khol* is not so much a summoning as it is a door. Think of the transition as a melting--your reality is swept away and replaced with the museum. It doesn't matter if you're sitting, standing, or perched in the belly of a ship sailing through the black sea--when you whisper 'khol,' you will find your feet on sandstone floors and when you look up, you will see you are in a corridor made for giants."
This is hands-down my favourite place in #madsistersofesi and the one thing I wished we had in the real world. It’s a fluid, thorny, gnarled and inexplicable way of capturing the collective community we all live in and with. And although it’s low-key trying to kill you, it’s very, very cool.
