HARUSPEX INTERVIEW #5: AUGUR EMPTY

Besides the birds that begin to speak outside my window at 4:30 a.m., a time I am ending my nights lately, I have heard nothing from the avian sources these days. There is a sweetness to it, the sleepy goodbye goodnight goodmorning, and my eyelids close to the chirping.


_{photo by Rion Nakaya}

But I have also been ignoring the act of asking. My ears are tuned to roaring, not subtleties. Maybe I've lost my respect for the oracular study. They are just birds. Just birds. Other things are carrying such concrete impact and I can't imagine the worth in the currents beneath, except that they carried me here and they will carry us further.

In this haruspex interview, I ask the signs to speak to me again. I will be watching and listening more carefully, I know that what runs beneath will power me farther than the violence of this new age, and I owe all that I have been encountered with to them.