Think about it: this is all we have of Livia now. Her wine. The wine she collected. That she put aside, after her departure. The thirteen bottles she meant us to find.
Thirteen!? What’s the significance of that? Sophia asks.
No idea, Driss says. But there’s got to be some significance. Livia was all about significance.
Or insignificance, Furio says. Or the mockery of any attempt to find significance …
We’re halfway through, nearly, Io says.
Discussion. She wanted to turn us into disgust seers. Disgust visionaries.
We’re being trained to taste the horror. Our drinking is supposed to cultivate disgust – a disgust that will take us to the end of all things. To a total sickness with the world …
And then what? Sophia asks.
I don’t know, I say.
Work in Progress 