Hic Haec Hoc
Such contempt do the hearts of men hold for me. But I, such a man, Nay! A God, whom the populace despises, am, in fact, a hero among men; The first of citizens.
I, myself, have saved this empire, upon which we shall all flourish. Unfortunately, they do not know what they seek, and know even less concerning what they need.
Making Amends
In the distance, a rifle has gone off.
The birds scatter. Animals patter.
Most likely a hunting scene.
Nonetheless, I drive over to investigate.
I see a man lying in a pool of blood.
The smell of cigarrettes draws my attention.
I pull out my gun and spot him, laughing.
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Fifteen-Hundred Acre Wood
Electricity is the forest we inhabit.
During the day we pass by those trees who appear tall, cold, and gray above our heads.
Trees that are silent and refuse to budge, but are in fact a patient lot, the type that can wait with diligence for nightfall, so that when the familiar pulse they expect resurfaces by cue of a sunset, well, that’s when they begin to open their hundred amber eyes.
And down below, in the veins of this thicket are the multitude of hasty fireflies, yellow as taxis and always on duty, floating in long droves and longer rows all single files through the heart of the mighty wood.
And as they start to race, a wide pool of neon ichor is left behind to nourish the trunks and roots of these stone giants, bringing them to life, creating this mammoth thing for us to gaze on from afar, from our balconies and our rooftops.
Everything exhales electricity into the blackness.
