A lot of murders don't ever get solved. It's just part of the cost of civilization and industry, the side effects of having so many people in one place at one time and accomplishing everything that we accomplish. The city is alive, in a way.
The city is killing them.
The others shrug it off. They can't stop it, and so they don't try. I tried to save people, for a while. Medicine, security, legislation; nothing addressed the underlying problems.
There is one way to achieve justice, an old way. The only problem is: how do you kill a city?
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Saturday, December 11, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Que Sera Sera
The wheel spins... slows... stops.
"Fire," the priest announces.
"Thank you, Lord!" the parishioner says. He stands, smiles wide and unfeigned. "Thank you!"
The next steps forward. The wheel spins.
"The spikes."
"Blessings upon me," says the parishioner.
Outside, the chanter leads those still waiting for justice in the noon prayer: "We live in the best of all possible worlds, for how can it be otherwise? The dice fall where they must, and we rejoice, for in their faces we glimpse the Divine. Blessed is the Judge. Blessed is the verdict."
Inside, the priest closes his eyes. The wheel spins.
"Fire," the priest announces.
"Thank you, Lord!" the parishioner says. He stands, smiles wide and unfeigned. "Thank you!"
The next steps forward. The wheel spins.
"The spikes."
"Blessings upon me," says the parishioner.
Outside, the chanter leads those still waiting for justice in the noon prayer: "We live in the best of all possible worlds, for how can it be otherwise? The dice fall where they must, and we rejoice, for in their faces we glimpse the Divine. Blessed is the Judge. Blessed is the verdict."
Inside, the priest closes his eyes. The wheel spins.
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