[The mind is a hollow space constantly invaded by gods and voices.” – Roberto Calasso]
For years I’ve heard the gods whispering to each other, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. But then one day I overheard them clearly – talking about me.
When they discovered I was listening, they immediately shut up, glanced at each other, nodded.
The memory of their voices, those fatal words, fills my hollow mind.
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