Dreams

Artemis

Where the hell was I? Someplace apocalyptic again, where nothing seems about to continue, where the fickle dream of continuity is laughable, ridiculous. Perhaps it was eternally midnight, and perhaps no one seemed to care. She was there; Artemis? God, I knew who she was. She was singular, she was truly beautiful, and I told her this fervently, in the hopes that she might believe me, I guess. Actually it didn't matter too much; after a minute or two I began to massage her feet, they were also quite lovely, perfect in fact. I remember feeling very good about myself, that she had allowed me this pleasure.