last night was the first time i set out offerings in awhile (plum and basically a whole bottle of soju) and that's the best ive slept in... maybe months? it was so good i wanted to wake up at home. blessings from dionysus, savior...
do you think young roman girls begged their fathers to bring a hand to their money pouches, so that they may sift through the images for something that looked like them? that the faces of livia and julia on colorful statues in the heart of the empire brought comfort to their minds, should they ever see them in the first place? that they stared at the naked backs of other women in the bathhouse and yearned for their grace, freedom, modesty? that they clung to femininity even when it was crafted to bruise them? that the face of other women brought them comfort? do you?