cocoon: a brief survey


If you could spin a cocoon, do you think it would be like sleep, or death, or something sweeter? Would you feel unmoored, no ground beneath your feet, nothing stable to cling to- or would the whole world narrow to your cradle, no fear, no pain? Once you begin, there is no going back. In that silk darkness what-was-you dissolves and what-is-you rebuilds itself from the ground up.
Do you spin a cocoon?