
THE WEAVE:
“Check it out!”
Vesta busts into the Weaving
Room, “A homie found
some pieces of me,
in a museum.”
Athena looks down her nose, at the photo, in disapproval, "Does it not make you feel violated, to be put so coldly on display, and out of context, like this, Vesta?" Vesta shrugs, "The psychologists have acclimated me, to the pain of being a specimen. Besides, everyone believes I am a performative bitch, anyWay." "Are you?" Athena questions. Vesta considers it, "Maybe. I do not know if I'd keep publishing, if I did not sense the psychologists and I working on something." Athena is puzzled, "What is it that you are working on?" Again, Vesta shrugs, "I am threading myself through the eye of the needle in the haystack they cannot find without me." "But why Vesta?" Athena furrows in frustration, "And where are you going?" Vesta smiles, "You only need One follower, to become a GXD, Athena. Just ask Instagram, or Neil Gaiman." "So you’re just, like, flawed and human?" Vesta shrugs again, "All I know is, I am an embodiment of a dynamic Energy. As a child, my father's friends remember me, 'A Portly Little Fire Plug.'" "They should pay you for this shit." Vesta looks out the window, "What is the value of money, if the Flame dies, Athena?"