gf bread: *is gluten free*

“In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they wore the same armor. Always in these friendships one serves the other, one is less than the other: the hierarchy is always apparent, though the legends cannot be trusted – their source is the survivor, the one who has been abandoned. What were the Greek ships on fire compared to this loss? In his tent Achilles grieved with his whole being and the gods saw he was a man already dead, a victim of the part that loved, the part that was mortal.”

“I seem to be years and years and miles and miles away from everybody and everything — If I could walk for a month I might really forget everything —”