Welcome to Wit’s End

Welcome to the end of your tether. To the glitching place of before and after. The exact spot you will look back on and realise you felt the quake coming. The change subtle but seismic, the shift tectonic.

Billed as an exasperating hellscape, I'm starting to wonder if the end of all our tethers isn't the place the new world begins.

Are you there yet?

Wit's end is the place where you don't know what to do next, another realm of condemnation that dangles similarly promising keys.

Aren't we there yet?

Both reek of initiation and dissolution;
not necessarily in that order.

At the threshold, do you leap or cower?

Courageous, untroubled, mocking, violent – thus does Wisdom want us: she is a woman and always loves only a warrior.
— Friedrich Nietzsche

Dedicated to the last moments of Saturn in Pisces.


Words c. Kerrie Basha 2025