Yemoja, Mother of Waters, Enters the Basement Unannounced

On a cosmic level, I’m probably here to help my uncle confront the unavoidable chaos of reality that he continuously bypasses.

On a human level, I’m just a massive pain in the ass.

My uncle has MS, which means I have to lift the 10 gallon bottles of spring water (Newark’s tap isn’t considered safe for consumption) up the basement stairs and…