It is I, Faustus. I have returned.
Monday was the Jewish Day of Atonement, on which I both fasted and had a long conversation with someone I’d hurt in a pretty spectacular way. I don’t believe I’ve atoned yet, but I understand some things about myself a lot better now than I did three days ago.
Then yesterday was the reading of my Holocaust musical, which is full of songs with names like “Hell Is Another Name For Man.”
Jesus Christ, I’m pooped.