very minor blog updates, name/system stuff.
also we fully graduated from college like. yesterday. yay.
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THE CITY CALLS YOU, SAGE.
Down the stairs and out the doors before anyone could even call after you. You didn’t know where you were going, it felt like the world had lost it’s axis and you were left tumbling around in the vast empty space.
EROS is a question of apathy. A question of choices. He sits like a monument to regret, a thing held aloft by his own vice. In a cast of characters so deeply marked by an inability to choose the nature of their fate, Florian acts as the antithesis. He has chose again and again, what he will be. You've managed to capture the heart of it, the blood red center of what has shaped every following choice. And just as his house was once haunted by memories, so too is he now haunted by choices. The question now lingers: what will he choose now?
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Back and Front endpaper I did for Psyche and Eros by Luna McNamara, featuring in ToBeeRead May book box.\
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Eros and Psyche, Gustav Vigeland (1908)
Dirty Dancing, Emile Ardolino (1987)
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Apollo feels like being smeared in charcoal and paint, taking a deep breath and smelling the oil paint and solvent lingering in the air.
Hestia feels like the end of a college party, when everyone is lying together, slowly sobering up and talking about their hometowns.
Aphrodite feels like taking off your makeup after a long day and staring in the bathroom mirror, truly seeing yourself for the first time in a while.
Hermes feels like people watching on the bus, overhearing all the stories of people you will never meet.
Eros feels like loving something so fiercely, with so much passion, that you don't think you can live without it.
Hypnos feels like waking up from a dream that changed your view of the world, for the better.
Artemis feels like the girls you meet at parties who make sure you have a safe ride home.
Hephestus feels like spending hours meticulously building, with a clear vision in mind, but no proper measurements.
Hades feels like the hot embers burning bright on a fire that is slowly dwindling.
Dionysus feels like teaching young actors the ritualistic traditions of a theatre.
Ares feels like protesters fighting for change with unwavering strength.
Poseidon feels like learning about challengers deep for the first time and feeling yourself get entranced by the duality of the ocean.
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