(will be)-Intro Post to Hearts and Minds
Hänschen Rilow had a craving.
He was insatiable and he knew it. He had no problem with that - he'd give himself what he needed, when he needed it, keep in on the down low; he couldn't have everyone knowing what he was up to. Not that he was ashamed or anything - no no, never that. But nevertheless he had to be careful.
He was on his way to the vineyard. He'd meet Ernst, they'd have grapes and study their Greek. Maybe Achilles and Patroclus. Oh, yes. That sounded good.
Only as he glanced around, he realized something disorienting, off.
He wasn't in the vineyard anymore.
In fact, he was nowhere he recognized.
Not that Hänschen would admit he was lost.
But boy, was he lost.
He was insatiable and he knew it. He had no problem with that - he'd give himself what he needed, when he needed it, keep in on the down low; he couldn't have everyone knowing what he was up to. Not that he was ashamed or anything - no no, never that. But nevertheless he had to be careful.
He was on his way to the vineyard. He'd meet Ernst, they'd have grapes and study their Greek. Maybe Achilles and Patroclus. Oh, yes. That sounded good.
Only as he glanced around, he realized something disorienting, off.
He wasn't in the vineyard anymore.
In fact, he was nowhere he recognized.
Not that Hänschen would admit he was lost.
But boy, was he lost.