At the quarry

it is time for me to retrieve Charlo. I left him with you, nothing but an outline. A few indentations on a stone, waiting to be carved out.

He is getting restless. He's rearing to go. Anywhere. Away from the constraints of this universe; infinite, and, at the same time, terrifyingly limited, where a square inch of blankness is so identical to the next one, that might as well be the same.

I might give him a room. Four walls, a floor, a ceiling.... Somewhere to smash that glass of water into. Which he does. Understandably.

The release feels good. He flexes his arms, lean and muscular and smiles. He has regained some power. He's starting to feel alive. This little act of violence and defiance has sparkled something inside him.

Charlo walks around. Stepping onto the bits of glass. Feeling his blood flowing. He can smell it and he likes it. It makes him feel giddy.

I'll have to keep a close eye on him. He is dangerous and resourceful. Giving him a material space to inhabit might have been a mistake. He can now gather the strength to break out of those four walls.