statements of ordered society

In time visions quieten. Noises dim, but the sense of the rain remains, cold on frozen flesh; flesh pressed cruelly against ice cold stone. When noises cease words remain, chattering voices in the form of words, the meaning of words waiting to be understood. His fingers discover and begin to outline the carving in the stone; he distinguishes names, tracing with his eyes the ever expected flourishes of titles beyond mere names. Carved hard in stone to be set in public for the masses to read and admire, for civic dignitaries to watch and swell their chests. The statements of well ordered society recording the power and status, telling of those fine and just and honourable beings who direct the flowing crowds to stand, to sit, turn, salute, lie down, DIE. The great and the good! The good and the great!

He laughs, coughs and spits on the ground. This is what he sought, now he can plan his next steps. Now he knows where to look.

train people

the beginning