The deluge of deucalion
BY STEFANIE CHIN
dear dr. ford. on behalf of people I do not know and those I do I am
so. so sorry so angry sad frustrated betrayed. yesterday the story of
circe had been just that it had been a story and I had smiled when the
goddess of aiaia bewitched predatory men into swine. today my
professor cries diamond tears that have been crystalizing under
pressures that would have crushed atlas. and tomorrow I will wake up
with a pit in my chest deeper and wider and darker than the tartarus
and mine will contain far more shameful creatures than tantalus the
child eater, than ixion the father killer. just five minutes ago I
discovered a spider crawling up my finger and I smeared its small
black body across the creamy pages of my favorite book and I
thought that. that is what the gods any god we only need the one
should do to us before we do to ourselves far worse.