Issue 0

Thyestean Banquet

A feast of stories that devour their tellers.

Good evening, and welcome to the Thyestean Banquet.

Tonight, as each course arrives steaming, we invite you to attend to stories carved from the tenderest shanks. Kindly loosen your jaw. Whet your palate. If you came here hoping for meaning, darling, meaning is off-menu.

The Banquet begins.

      “At children’s games we laugh; but should one make sport for us of human blood, of slaughter and intestines, and train us to pleasure in the sight, then that which was murder before becomes a lesson.”    

Lucius Annaeus Seneca tutored monsters and called them emperors. Philosopher by compulsion, statesman by mistake. Past work includes Letters from a Stoic (written under duress), Thyestes (regretfully autobiographical), and a handful of moral essays for which the Senate has not yet forgiven him. His words rot slower than his corpse, but faster than his conscience.      

House amaro with burnt citrus peel. Leave hungry.