Friday, December 14, 2012
It's a word that has always been in the back room of my vocabulary storage, but one that I never thought I would have cause to use. Homunculus. It's a little man, fully formed, but miniature in scale. I dreamed about a homunculus last night, He he been decapitated by a Roman emperor, who was now engaged in the process of demonstrating to his son how the head could be replaced. He was doing with hot sealing wax. The little man had wild, curly hair and a wild, curly beard, like a Caravaggio saint or martyr. His name was Petrus.