The Dark Night of the Soul
I’m a sponge. Any movie, any book, any overheard conversation, I soak up all.
I’m a sponge. Any movie, any book, any overheard conversation, I soak up all.
There are three categories of beings, says Lewis Trondheim. The living, the dead and the invisible.
At the controls of the flying island, the giant Atlas takes off Atlantis
The god of the gods, emperor of Terra, is summoned by the Great Goddess!
A voice speaks to me at night. Is it a soul in pain? Would it be a living?
“Man gave names to all the animals, in the beginning, long time ago” Bob Dylan sang.
Last night I saw Marduk in Babylon. He knows me, he says we’ve met before.
In the Shakespeare’s tragedy, Ophelia, the fiancée of Hamlet, kills herself by love.
They come from literature, comics, pop, what runs, which vibrates and makes grow.
In Egypt, an incredible zodiac showed the astronomical signs, the stars, the gods.
I am not an internship supervisor, I am a nagual. A passer-by, “passant” in both senses of the term.
Constantine sets up his capital in Byzantium, renamed Constantinople.