Hermes of the in-betweens
what i had felt for a long time, but came to realise only recently;
Hermes inhabits the undefinable, foggy, transitory spaces. The explosive moments where boundaries clash, the margins, the no-man’s lands where rules don’t apply because wait, nobody’s supposed to be here! He lives in the blurred landscapes behind the windows of a moving train, half-incorporeal, somehow distinct from their still counterparts. Rests by the highway even though there’s nothing here but fields for miles on end. He strums and sings with the people forgotten by the world, who don’t even legally exist but claw out a space for themselves still. He’s in the mental stumble when you’re figuring out how to talk to someone without knowing their language, ragged edges, metal scratching, two cultural machines grinding against each other until they discover they’re both human. He’s in the liminal that indicates change, the cracks in the system where weeds still grow, the shapes formed by what we built around them. Hermes is a dimensional god, a spatial god, and he’s as much the boundaries as the places in between them.
