Younger Futhark
Þurs is the giant of the Norse poems: the torment of women, the dweller among rocks, a hostile power outside the settlement that does not negotiate. The Younger Futhark kept the monster and dropped the thorn. Today something is pushing from outside your arrangements, and it is not going to be reasoned with. Do not go out to meet it. Keep the gate, keep the routine, and let it wear itself out on the wall rather than on you.