Styx

"It's not just about leaving the ketsup bottle out again!" she said, "It's the words, everywhere the words-in the pantry, in the hall closet, you've painted every hidden wall with blackboard paint and covered them with your random scribbles! I feel like words are falling on my head every time I get my coat out or put away the graceries!!!" "But" he said" I need them, they're like tributaries that will lead me to the river Styx and my muse will be there waiting". "Waiting with what?!"