Pagliacci Stories

A tragic poem about being the funny one

Pagliacci ghignanti, ogni giorno dinnanzi.

I wrote this one in bed with a 39°C fever, somewhere between delirium and enlightenment.It's part spiritual vision, part gastrointestinal revelation. Looking back, I'm not entirely sure whether I invented it... or merely witnessed it.

Beware beyond is a tale but brief, but not impactful. Let not it be obscured that the troubadour San Holo recites this fable far better than I who merely retells it, with as much grace as one can muster to a gray tale.