September 18, 2014
Paroxetine, Eater of the Orange Lotus (A Trashling Tale)
Deep in the lairs, they told stories of gifts of the gods to make one immortal and wise.
Paroxetine didn't want the Orange Lotus at first. He trained himself to sleep at night, to endure the light of day. He dared to walk under the gaze of the sun.
He wanted to see a Maker.
After that day, he sought out the Eaters in their lairs. He dared to open the orange flowers and partake of the fruit within. Pale imitations of ambrosia and soma.
None of his companions ever asked him whether he ate to remember or to forget.