Aletheia Nocturne, so named after the river Lethe, and for a musical form I enjoy, exists once more. Instead of a doomed message board or a pretentious site dealing only with the Age of Enlightenment, I had been feeling the need for an outlet other than LiveJournal or my inamorato (who will be this blog’s unofficial proof-reader). Something that could capture bits of inspiration or news, issues, opera/orchestra/book/film reviews. Something a capricious soul could revert to whenever the impulse to share these snippets came along, in all its usual intensity. I think this is what Aletheia has been destined for.
Expect tangents, rambling, nerdiness, interesting pictures, and possible drama.