gods for the modern age: manannán mac lir
travel the borders and pathways. make your world the space between the cities and everything else. never stop wandering. work your magic with smoke and shadows, foghorns and cigarettes, long scarves and soft leather jackets. your soul is in the mist before your headlight, the asphalt under your tires, the ash beneath your fingernails. your heartbeat drags like the tide lines, in and out, in and out, unending.