WHAT IF WE ARE BORING THE GODS? What if we're wrong in our certainty, and the Titans of Olympus and the Ladies of the Soil and the Djinns of the Sand haven’t been digitised and monetised into nothingness? What if they’ve turned their faces away from us because we’re just not interesting anymore?
And what if that changed?
What if we got a laugh from on High, or a head-cock from down Low, or a whisper from the ragged woman who squeezes between the walls? What if we lit a fire that burned so keenly that They noticed us again? What if we lusted until we throbbed and pulsed and They reached out their hands to touch us? What if we screamed up at Them with blood and tobacco and belladonna on our gums and They came to meet us in battle, thunderbolts in hand?
What would happen then?
Why don’t we find out?