Epiphanie Erinye is one sad little goddess. Just because she absorbs all the light around her and all of the self-obscurities and repressed feelings and thoughts and emotions and deeds we would rather not admit to ourselves doesn’t mean that she’s satisﬁed with being alone, or that she enjoys being ignored, forgotten, and despised.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Most certainly it was a rainy day. But even in the rain it was no easy task. Even with millennia of evolutionary steps towards the surface it was a radical move. Even with the necessity of new food sources due to shifting tides and innumerable environmental factors it was an audacious act. Even at the time I was aware of that... aware of the monumental implications. But ultimately it all comes down to an absurd joke, an impetuous youthful dare, a laugh. And of course I found myself quickly gasping for water. My whole body seized up with fear. My organs in shock. My gills were swelling and inflamed. If not for a rising tide I would surely have died that day. After my recovery my friends were able to laugh it off and forget about it. I even laughed myself, but I could not forget. I had tasted of something radically exotic and a longing had been born inside me. I tried to forget. I could not. I had to try again. The ramifications for my kind were profound and irrevocable. I still don’t know if I made the right decision, or if I ever decided anything in the first place. What I do know is that the laughter of the gods haunts me to this day. And to this day it stirs me simultaneously with divine inspiration and righteous indignation. For I do not know if they laugh in empathetic revelry or contemptuous ridicule.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Good ol’ Herakles! Get a few drinks in this guy and he is a dangerous fellow. Of course as quick as he is to action, he is just as quick to forgiveness. So if you see him in a neighborhood bar buy him a drink and get him on your team. Once friends with Mr. Higginbottom you are friends for life (though that doesn’t foreclose on the possibility of occasional scar tissue).