I sat there between the cherry trees, smelling the freshly cut grass and blooming roses. I was reading yet another Greek tragedy… I’m so fond of those. My life hasn’t been as adventurous as Ulysses sailing the Ionian sees. I haven’t met no cyclopes, or witch-goddess, or even sirens. Or even had a mortal love. Those stories aren’t just tragedies, they’re so vibrant they make you feel alive.