Time Flees Before Us All
The spirit flew up through that lush valley. We can't afford a regicide. Australia Undone. The mark of the beast. The shadows that marked this time. I cried last night. He undermines himself. The awe of it. There was no way down through those spiralling updrafts. Good luck to him, the intelligence officer said dismissively, and they all moved on. The conniptions. The last several times. It was cold here, as always. He had picked up Ross from the mountainside and they had gone down to Belle's Valentine's Day event. A natural born entertainer. It was so quiet up on that hill, adjacent to the remnants of that ancient forest. Australia was the same all over, quiet next to some adjacent, ancient thing, landscapes and crystal skies and the scrabbling of this period of history. You get a bit tired of it all, the nonsensical phrasing, the lurching from one growth spurt to another, the frenemies, the symbiotic relationship which was never discussed with the host, the experimental...