magical thinking.

it existed for a time in postcard form and carried with within different books and journals.what is it about this particular image that strikes me so deeply? it's surrealist absurdity for one. and secondly because it plays the strings of a very latent yet tactile fear; as a little girl i remember walking around long island with my hand in his and being afraid, terrified to cross over train tracks. it was a jinx, a hex, like stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk or catching sight of yourself in your periphery.