"I dreamed of her weirdly mixed with the winters of my childhood and imagined a play where someone like Björk world sing wild translingual songs while sailing down a snowy river of ancient Asia Minor."

Pretty sure I'm better than Homer

Wine is an escape from grief, a slip into sleep, a cool forgetting of the hot pains of day. What better cure for being human? And when we make libation to the gods we pour the god of wine himself — it’s how we pray. Yet this is the divinity you want to laugh at?