[Written in his Journal, in a looser hand than usual]
"And so I have crossed the sea and come To the holy city of Byzantium."
--W.B. Yeats, "Sailing to Byzantium"
A rebirth in a new world. I am on, perhaps my third, and this time passing through the chrysalis of a new form, a squid-like creature. Ironic, considering the tentacular form whose fate nearly was mine. But nearly is not the same as what established itself.
If October in this world's predecessor was a nightmare to some and a dream to others, this world had spread the dark dreams and nightmares thinner, over a wider space, easing us into it.
But for those of us with a certain form of blood, the moon has decided to play tricks on us. In my case, anything that I have eaten that hadn't once walked the earth or had come from something which walked the earth, made me tipsy. And that means a fifty percent chance that I turn either garrulous of quarrelsome. The former annoys people, including myself, the latter lead to an embarrassing incident in a tavern, when some wag taunted me and I forgot to quit myself as a gentlemen. I doubt he'll try that with another Vileblood, however, I now owe a repair bill to a tavern owner. Disraeli devised a work-around,
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August/September - Year 1
"And so I have crossed the sea and come
To the holy city of Byzantium."
--W.B. Yeats, "Sailing to Byzantium"
A rebirth in a new world. I am on, perhaps my third, and this time passing through the chrysalis of a new form, a squid-like creature. Ironic, considering the tentacular form whose fate nearly was mine. But nearly is not the same as what established itself.
October - Year 1
But for those of us with a certain form of blood, the moon has decided to play tricks on us. In my case, anything that I have eaten that hadn't once walked the earth or had come from something which walked the earth, made me tipsy. And that means a fifty percent chance that I turn either garrulous of quarrelsome. The former annoys people, including myself, the latter lead to an embarrassing incident in a tavern, when some wag taunted me and I forgot to quit myself as a gentlemen. I doubt he'll try that with another Vileblood, however, I now owe a repair bill to a tavern owner. Disraeli devised a work-around,