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Things have been getting pretty intense with Dionysus. The other day, he apologized to me. Yes, Dionysus did. First, he again called me his favorite Bacchant – “truely wild and mad and dark and deep.” Then he almost cried with sorrow and… Continue Reading →
Hemingway looked tired the other day. Despite my best efforts, I was unable to “embody joy.” I kept dying and dying and dying, purifying myself but with no luck. No joyful dancing for me on that night. The two women… Continue Reading →