I have been making all of these posts for a reason.
You see, I have a very archaic mindset. I can use technology, but I don’t even begin to understand how or why it works. I adamantly believe that bloodletting will cure all diseases by properly aligning the humours. (I happen to suffer from an excess of melancholic bile, or so says my physick.) My mistrust of heliocentrism — clearly one may observe overhead the transit of fiery Phaethon! My frequent attendance at chair-rattling séances. My exceptional fashion sense.
I just wasn’t made for this vulgar age.
And that is why I am frightened to travel. How, by Christ’s wounds, is that giant metal beast ever going to ascend to the heavens or stay aloft once it gets there? It is beyond comprehending!
And yet they say it happens all the time without incident.
But they say a lot of things.
So I have prepared. Should I not make it back from my Ulyssean wanderings I want my final blog posts to have been in praise of them I hold closest to my heart, my crew of motley gods and spirits — and most especially Dionysos. And Hermes! One mustn’t forget Hermes! Or Spider. Or all the rest.