Of Mythic Proportions



Lately I’ve been listening to a 30 hour survey course of ancient Greek literature and found as the weeks went by my own emotions and life became bigger, took on mythic proportions. Like all the repressed white middle-class rage, hate, love and folly suddenly had me roaring like… like a hippopotamus. Like a big mad hippopotamus. It felt good. It felt really good.

angry hippo

We are mythic. Sometimes.



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