There Are Also Black Sails

This morning I journeyed with a friend deep into the realm of a most fierce, but utterly delicate self-proclaimed monster. He, in his demonic severity, proclaimed his love for a feathery moth with an acute aversion to light. The monster called out to the moth, but the moth of course, was unable to speak, due to her shy nature. And so they continued to live together but apart, in an endless labyrinth of misconception.


"Insatiable Minotaur! My Dreams chafe against his horns... A king’s ultimate responsibility is to be sovereign of his own being. And yet, it’s impossible!"-Julio Cortázar

Gustave Doré, 'Minos' (1857).