Chapter 11: The Witchwood

There’s a lot somebody can read about eroticism, romantics, sexual intimacy. But it’s pretty remarkable how much was missed even if you did. I had read a lot of books on sexual intimacy — as reasonable research I assure you! — And not one of the books, any of the scrolls talked about how much… Continue reading Chapter 11: The Witchwood

Chapter 03: Lady Matilda

Gods these robes! Why was this what I was to wear, couldn’t they have given me something breezier or something? Ugh! Today was an easier hike, less to climb up, but today has been the most humid day of all. The sun just boiled me and the plants around me, and the river. I have… Continue reading Chapter 03: Lady Matilda

Chapter 02: Self Sodom

Another day of hiking, a dry day of travel without end. It’s tiresome. Sometimes I think about how much time we spend in transit, how many hours of our short lives are spent in service of simply making our way across one place to another? I bet it would be a significant fraction. Not even… Continue reading Chapter 02: Self Sodom

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