Angels

Do the angels approve of us drinking? Do they drink, too? Drunken angels … imagine that.

Angels can’t be drunk. In fact, angels can’t even drink. They can’t feel these bodily things. They don’t have bodies. Same as demons.

Demons are always looking to inhabit bodies, right? They’re always waiting for someone to invite them in, like in the Exorcist.

Sure – possession.

Can there be good possessions? Can an angel possess you?

I don’t know.

I’d like to be possessed by an angel. And do only good things. I’d like to be the instrument of something very good.

 

Angels are invisible to everyone.

Except children.

Sure, children see them.

And idiots, probably. Have you ever seen an angel, Driss?

No.

So maybe you’re not an idiot.

 

Look at us, like children. Drunken children. We want to believe like children. But we’re not children. We’re old. And corrupted.

 

You can see the angels when you drink. And God, and the Most fucking high. And you see the absence of God when you’re sober. And the Most fucking Low.

 

Orders of anti-angels. Dark angels. What’s the collective noun?

Hatreds of anti-angels. Horrors of anti-angels. Despairs of anti-angels. Screams of anti-angels. Ghouls …