Sublime

Our morality is still learned through experience gained in these cities in all of their rage and their tedium

All men are weaklings, all women are whores. And they will have their power, two starving mouths desperate to devour, to digest the flesh of the city that raised them so sour, a hunger for vengeance that never sleeps but endures. A hunger satisfied every night but every morning restored. In the old days they would have been warriors swords singing

We are still permanently trapped somewhere between the heroic and the pitiful. We are still godly; that’s what makes us so monstrous.

The Gods are waking up and reaching for their partners, the gods are raising kids doing PhDs and Masters. The gods are having physio, learning how to walk after a fall, the gods are feeling miserable and they don’t know who to call, the gods are lying on the floor feeling far away and worthless, the gods have forgotten that they’re gods, that they’

The days where I’ve put my work, relationships, money, whatever, before my ~ing are days that life stops flowing.