Day 1: Escape from Calypso
But if you only knew, down deep, what pains
are fated to fill your cup before you reach that shore,
you’d stay right here, preside in our house with me
and be immortal.
There are no princesses here. There is no fragrant bath of oil that awaits me, there are no wise goddesses disguised as heralds to watch over me and guide me to victory. There is only Pitti. There is only the ###. I am no king, triumphant. I could, however, pass as a beggar -...