Seating of Kˀankˀin, 10 Kaban, day with Tezcatlipoca's soul and Mictlantecuhtli's shadow. Visit Tezcatlipoca in Mictlan where abstruse god drama is enacted. Tasteful campaign tent decor. Thoth, Kubaba, and Dōgen all in attendance. I come in Quetzalcoatl drag drinking pulque. We revisit the birth of the enemy of both sides—truth—at the fountainhead-rupture on the top of time. The black mirror's separation is real slow and tasty.
Some young artists have navigated the Land of the Dead here. They are alive—have they bypassed the usual perilous four-year journey across Hell? Apparently not. Nevertheless they are optimistic and seem comfortable and even relaxed in the Enemy's presence (μεμυημένοι?).
Tezcatlipoca's foot has now been eaten. The mortals discuss the viability of building a fire with underworld wood to cauterize the wound. We compare various tools and means of creating fire. Talk somehow pushes us to the peripheral regions. Find myself in a café in Serbia.
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"Thoth, Kubaba, and Dōgen all in attendance."
Hm. One of these things is not like the others.
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