📜 Zine Fragment 043 “The One Who Named the Lizard”

Beneath the low adobe wall, Gus the lizard basked in the slanted light. He had no need to name himself — that was my role.

I called him Gus, and in doing so, gave him shape in my mind’s archive. He was not merely scales and heat, but an emblem: of overlooked wisdom, of the stories we never bother to retrieve from the dust.

I thought of Jung, Campbell, and Mary Baker Eddy — all convinced they were explaining the structure of the human soul. But perhaps, in the end, they were trying to explain you.