Musings

A public forum for us to speak our minds. How novel. I may not speak well, but I speak often.

Has anyone noticed the crime?

It's a march here, like a job. Occupational but something that people enjoy, set themselves to with fervor. None of the light touch of home, the intensity of unreason. It's frenzied. It's fundamentally the same but with the speed kicked up, shrill as a 35 played at 78 speed. It's just multiplied on itself, folded back over one more time. It's wanton, but there's a distinct lack of extremity. Some intensity lies there, but so much of it is pettier, simpler, with smaller risks and smaller costs.

Death is different too. It's cheaper currency since it can come so many ways that have nothing to do with crime, and it flows through hands like water, the city an abattoir collecting the blood of martyrs. The world is a fairy story where none of the seven sisters make it home.

Why did you come here?

Do you want to go home?

[Private to T. Brandon]

Brandon, it's come to my attention that you're entirely willing to discuss your experiences in coming over to the human world and starting a successful business venture. Or, rather, it's come to my attention that you're willing to take the challenge, if it's given to you.

My name is Max. I can give you a voice, if you have a story to tell. How's 8 pm for an interview? Verisimilitude?