Monet
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- Dec 22, 2025
- 3
In American folklore, crossroads are a place of liminality. You are between places. You are not even on a set path to your destination, fate, or eventual end. It is a place of nonexistence, you are nowhere and in between all set destinations, purposes, or states of being. In history, criminals were often buried at crossroads as a sign of disrespect, as a representation of the misfortune their lives caused them. Their souls now subject to a transient afterlife without rest, without destination. In many stories, it is considered a fate worse than hell. They say it is within these places that represent a lack of defined growth, development, or transformation, the devil appears to tempt you into some greater life, position, or power. A promise of an accomplishment you could never achieve in a barren place like this. Some 20th century blues songs reflect this, and giving all due credit to the myth surrounding late blues musician and that man believed to have invented rock and roll, Robert Johnson.
I feel I am at a crossroads constantly. Spiritually, emotionally, my current state of life is always transient. I am not what I once was nor am I in a state of becoming. I am not growing into anything. The true hell lies here, in the inability to feel or grow, there are no words to describe how painful it is.
I feel I am at a crossroads constantly. Spiritually, emotionally, my current state of life is always transient. I am not what I once was nor am I in a state of becoming. I am not growing into anything. The true hell lies here, in the inability to feel or grow, there are no words to describe how painful it is.