mysortofface (mysortofface) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-05-10 03:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | radio, the minotaur |
Who: Radio and Asterion
What: Catching up. A lot of catching up.
Where: Gallery 405
When: Sometime in the afternoon, May 7th (backdated)
Warnings: TBD
It was quite amazing how he managed to miss most of the deities in this city. In fact, he had a strange, preternatural ability for avoiding them, here and every place else. "Should be running into them at Starbucks or whatever," he murmured to himself. If the statistics were right, he should have been in the same subway car with one of them nine times out of ten. Or one of them should knock on his window and try to sell him flowers. And yet, for some reason, he didn't. Perhaps he was getting closed off in this modern age, holed up inside some cramped studio. Objectively, it was depressing, but wasn't that always the case? Passions drew one away from the world.
"Another reason to keep up with the news." After all, how would he have found out that Asterion was back in the city? Asterion who he hadn't seen in – now, it had to be eighty years at least? Back when you could run a proper variety show and make money off of it. In fact, that's what they had done. Asterion had been a regular for a number of years before disappearing completely in the thirties. Or had he disappeared at all? Perhaps Radio had stopped paying attention. Of course he'd managed to contact Asterion after he'd read the article, and it seemed that he hadn't quite forgotten either. They'd arranged to meet today. It was going to be a nostalgia trip, if nothing else.
Art galleries had a tendency to remind Radio why he avoided them as much as possible. They were stiflingly quiet, for one, especially when there was no one else in them. People didn't talk about visual art. They wrote about it, to be sure, but there was always a stigma about being quiet around the art. It could hear you, obviously. It would get embarrassed. He could hardly imagine the sculptures before him being embarrassed. It was quite lovely, and Radio liked to think that it channeled the same energy that Asterion's music had. He would say that. To be quite honest, he'd never been much for visual art. He could say plenty about it, he had to be able to, but in the end, it just was.