I was speaking to a dear friend about my postscience opera — the one that rewrites Genesis, that braids Lilith and Eve and Adam into a recursive gospel of love, defiance, and transformation.
“I think it’s unfinished,” I said.
“Why?”
“Because I still feel like her — like Lilith. Still in exile. Still outside the garden. Still watching from the edges as othe…
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