Tree Fist, with Padlock
Hale Reservation, Westwood, MA
What would happen if you opened it? And who has the key?
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Obviously, you’d enter Pan’s Labyrinth.
that’s awesome! i’m with justin–it opens the gateway to some strange alternate land where things are entrancingly lush but have little causality.
Pick the lock. You know you want to.
I hefted it a bit, shook it around and put my ear up to the fist to see if I could hear the rest of the chain rattling inside (nope).
But if I actually could get it open, chances are the fist would stay closed, and the chain would just hang there, metaphor broken. Better, I think, that I left it alone, and now can continue to wonder.