Hermes wanders into
the forge of Hephaistos,
strangely quiet and cold.
There the muscular god sits
hands idle, staring into nothing.
A box? A woman? What lies Epimetheus told! Good ones too! With just enough truth mixed in to make them believable. Always quick to blame a woman. Typical man. You know who Epimetheus is don’t you? Oh yes, he was the brother of Prometheus. But who was he?
You don’t know? Damn, he is good. He is the god of afterthought, father of excuses. There was no box and there was no woman!