October 7, 2015:

Wail, Banba, with your wind: and wail, O ocean, with your whirlwind.

Sea, wind, leaves, thunder, waters, cows lowing, the cattlemarket, cocks, hens don't crow, snakes hissss. There's music everywhere.

He is in my father. I am in his son. A basilisk. The tusk of the boar has wounded him there where love lies bleeding.


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