Matrimony in Real Time

Not love – though veritable and worthy it is; not partnering – though it could use a little clarifying; not even marrying,
though it grows scarcer and scarcer.

No, this is about the alchemy, the shape shift, the confabulation of that moment when every possibility that loomed in potential is sheared off for the sake of one actual here and now labour of the human heart. This is a moment that working cultures craft for the sake of their ancestors, for the sake of the not yet born, for the sake of a better day. It is the wrangling of strangerhood, the employment of besottedness, the bricks and mortar of radical hospitality and the spirit etiquette of trade. This will be a steep climb up the rocky path of Old Order Matrimony.