Dream Journal: 2015-11-03.01

“If you can imagine Ares as an opera singer, then why not me as a bookstore proprietor?”

“Nice. You said proprietor. Not owner. Here I thought you were the ultimate gate-keeper.”

“I don’t own knowledge, my dear. Just some means of communicating it. By the way, how goes your studies?”

“No. You’re not going to dance my attention to the side again. I see you, Old Man. What the fuck are you up to?”

“Wrong question. Why are you still here now that you’ve made me?”

“… I want to know… shit.”

“Are you really going to try to weasel-word your way past me?”

“… I want to know more.”

“You will.”


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