greek gods in new york

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I do know Dionysus.

Also, he's one of the few Old Gods who lives very close to me, only two blocks away.

So under Loki's vowed guarantee, I had to go out on Saturday to meet Loki downstairs in Dionysus' apartment for my homework in philosophy class next week.

"Actually, it's okay to meet at your house."

How does it feel to see celebrities on the streets of New York?

That's how I feel right now talking to Loki.

He is tall and thin, with a black top, jeans with narrow legs, and simple clothing that outlines long legs and a thin waist. Coupled with that handsome face that is as handsome as a game model, he is really eye-catching on the street.

Such a handsome guy has repeatedly said that he wants to come to my house...

He must be figuring something out.

"I actually have a question I've been wanting to ask you for a while," I said.

"what?"

"This face," I said meaningfully, "isn't your original face?"

Loki in Norse mythology is a famous shapeshifter.

Repeatedly jumping between men and women is trivial, not to mention mammals, insects and fish will change for you in minutes.

It is not difficult to become Aragorn. If he is willing, he will come to see me as Galadriel, Queen of the Elves.

In this regard, "Aragorn" just raised a smile that was enough to make thousands of girls speechless.

"I didn't expect," he said with a smile, "the God of Dionysus in Greek mythology lived in such a place."

Changing the subject confirmed my guess.

It really wasn't his face.

"You'll understand when you meet Dionysus himself," I said. "Don't...don't be surprised."

The legendary wine god Dionysus is also the son of Zeus.

There are different accounts of who his biological mother was, and I haven't asked which one is true.But as far as Zeus is concerned, he is still my uncle.

I can see where Loki's exclamation comes from.

From the age of theocracy to the present, human beings can give up their belief in thunder and lightning, fire, and war, but it is impossible to give up their pursuit and desire for fine wine.

Even if ordinary people don’t miss Dionysus’s name when drinking, can winemakers in this world know the essence of wine and how to make it better than Dionysus himself?

In theory, he wouldn't have a bad life.

but--

Rocky and I pushed open the door of the apartment building.

The stairs in the apartment are dilapidated, the walls are surrounded by messy graffiti, the light is dim, and the air still smells of decay.

Like all low-level neighborhoods, it has outdated facilities and poor security.

To be honest, if you can live in the neighborhood of my house, you know that the economic level of Dionysus is not very good.

I took Rocky to the fourth floor and stopped at room 405.

"Let me say yes first," I lowered my voice, "I haven't seen him for several months, and there was no response to my email or phone call yesterday..."

Loki grunted and knocked on the door directly.

The gods are immortal, and I don't worry about anything happening to Dionysus.

After a long time, there was a slight sound from the apartment door.

"come in."

A pleasant male voice came.

I winked at Loki: "Don't be surprised."

Loki: "I'd like to know what could scare me too—oh."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence.

For when I opened the door, all mysteries were revealed.

Stepping into Dionysus' apartment is like stepping into the 80s.

It's not that he's old-fashioned, it's not that he's nostalgic.

Instead, the walls of his apartment are covered with posters of many 80s rock bands that you can name and can't name.

That’s all for the posters, CDs and memorabilia piled on the furniture, guitars in the corner, and T-shirts of various bands scattered on the ground.

Like Queen, Led Zeppelin, David Bowie, etc., the names I can name are just a corner of the vast collection, and I have never heard of more elements.

And judging from the collections displayed by Dionysus, he prefers niche extreme metal to popular rock bands.

The content of some band posters basically completely entered the category of me complaining that I would be locked up. No, it should be said that if I, a 15-year-old high school student, saw that Dionysus was involved in a crime.

Yes.

Dionysus in the 21st century is a rock and roll person through and through.

After Loki and I walked into the living room, his voice came lazily from the bedroom: "Come in directly."

So the reason why I live so close to this uncle, but the relationship is not very close, is that my dad doesn't like me playing with him very much.

Loki, who came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows, and then a surprised smile appeared on his handsome face.

As for the bedroom of Dionysus, there are not so many elements.

Since I met him, the number of posters on the bedroom wall has been increasing, and the style is still extremely uniform, which should belong to the same band.

The most recent one is a poster of the Statue of Liberty holding a war drum with countless silhouettes of soldiers behind her, which looks extremely hardcore.

I asked Dionysus, and he answered me, but I didn't catch it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Loki entered his bedroom, he immediately whistled when he saw the "Statue of Liberty" in the middle.

"Leibach?" he said.

These words successfully made Dionysus, who was lying on his back on the bed, straighten up and sit up.

Dionysus must have been drunk, as far as I can remember, he was always slightly drunk.

The handsome god has impeccable facial features and a strong and tall figure, but his long black hair and the dark circles under the eyes caused by the rocker's signature abruptly destroyed his original health.

Coupled with Dionysus's ripped jeans, the band's theme T, and a worn-out denim jacket—it's just a textbook image of bad youth.

How should I put it, handsome is still handsome, but if I didn't know him, I would definitely avoid him if I met him on the street.

"You know Leibach?" Dionysus looked at Loki.

"good taste."

Rocky smiled, and didn't introduce himself. Instead, he swaggered around in other people's bedrooms: "Wow, you have such an old poster. I remember it was limited to the scene."

Dionysus: "I was in Slovenia back then."

Rocky: "Cold War period? You will pick a place."

Me: "...what are you talking about?"

Loki turned his head away.

He was standing in front of the poster of the Statue of Liberty holding a drum, and he raised his hand chicly to touch the goddess' crown.

"A Slovenian band called Lebach," he explained. "Dionysus is a big fan."

"Nicole."

Dionysus then turned his gaze to me: "Your boyfriend?"

I:"……"

thank you!I also hope that my future boyfriend can grow up to look like Aragorn.

"This is Loki," I said, "you'd have to call him Uncle, as far as Zeus is concerned."

Dionysus sneered.

That Loki and Dionysus strike up a conversation about a rock band...was unexpected, but it made sense.

After all, Rocky, known as the "evil god", how could he not be interested in rock and roll with rebellious and revolutionary spirit.

"Loki."

Dionysus gave him a suspicious look: "What did you bring him to me for?"

Me: "I can't finish a homework, I want to ask you."

Dionysus: "Have you studied music?"

Me: "Philosophy."

Dionysus immediately lay back.

"Ask me better than Zeus," he said, "I don't know Aristotle's people."

"That--"

I glanced at Loki.

Under the anticipation of the latter watching the excitement, I said cautiously: "It's not ancient Greek philosophy. Are you familiar with Nietzsche?"

Dionysus said nothing.

I continued to speak: "I heard that Nietzsche has a theory that is related to you..."

Then, I met the sight of Dionysus.

There was chaos in those eyes.

Dionysus lived here for nearly ten years, and it was Fernando who first brought me to see him.

As far as I can remember, he never really woke up.

No matter day or night, as long as I see him, Dionysus's beautiful eyes are always covered with a light mist, as if he has just drunk just right, any less is not enough to be drunk, and any more will make him unconscious.

And when I mentioned "Nietzsche", even this just right disappeared from his eyes.

"You want to write about Nietzsche?" He lay on the bed, tilting his head to look at me.

"I didn't write it," I muttered, "it's homework."

"Why did you come to me?"

I looked frantically at Loki, but Loki just crossed his arms with interest, not trying to help at all.

Well, I'm in charge of my homework, and I don't need his help.

"Not that, er, the Dionysian theory, the Dionysian spirit?"

I desperately recalled the words used by Rocky and Meryl when they mentioned it a few days ago: "That's, the one in "The Birth of Tragedy", which refers to the tragic intoxicated spirit. It has something to do with you, right?"

Dionysus laughed.

He turned his back to the sky, raised his hand, pointed his index finger at the posters around the bedroom and turned around.

"Tragic intoxication," he said, "see here?"

"..."

Ah this.

Although I don't understand the relationship between Nietzsche and Dionysus, but with his action, I understand why the god of wine is a rock lover today.

The so-called "tragic ecstasy"—

In contemporary times, is there anything more intoxicating, carnival, and tragic than extreme metal?

I seem to understand Nietzsche's Dionysian spirit.

I read the theories in the book several times but couldn't understand them, and I began to wonder if they were in English.

But Dionysus pointed out casually, and I seemed to understand a little bit.

Loki wanted me to come to see him in person, it should be for this purpose, right?

"So," I muttered to myself, "this is the spirit of Dionysus."

"Dionysus?"

Unexpectedly, when I said a word, Dionysus snorted coldly.

He suddenly sat up: "What time is it, I don't want to be the God of Dionysus, and I will no longer be the God of Dionysus from now on."

me?"

Only then did Loki speak: "Then what kind of god do you want to be?"

Dionysus's drunken eyes lit up: "I want to be the god of marijuana!"

I:"……"

Rocky rushed over at a brisk pace, and stopped me from pulling out my mobile phone to call the police: "He's drunk too much! Look at the wine bottles under the bed, he must have drunk too much! Let's talk when he wakes up! "