Hermes has been the god of so many phenomena and invented so many sciences. He holds a reconciling caduceus, golden drachmas, and letters written by a divine hand.
It's a pity that there's no more room in his hands for music.
"Epitymia" is about a longing for the forgotten self, searching for answers among the living and the dead, trying to recognize emotion through rationing - not necessarily successfully. What do you do if you lose faith in what you love because you're... imperfect? That you're not the best?
And what should you do if you've lost your meaning, desire, and inspiration?