Glorious Exploits

by Ferdia Lennon

Gelon has a face you’d imagine demands contentment, yet the briefest look at him dispels this. It’s a cheeky reminder that beauty isn’t everything. Look, it seems to say. Here’s Gelon: godlike, broken Gelon. Look and remember beauty isn’t all.

“You don’t rob a man of his suffering,” says Gelon quietly. “That’s his.”

Hunger, what an odd thing it is. Is the source of all love a lacking? Is that what creates emotion? Not a presence but an absence. Do you need to be emptied to be filled?

I have the feeling that the future and the past aren’t separate at all, just different snatches of a single song always sung, given consequence when heard.

“Why do you act the fool? You’re not a fool.” “I am. I just know it. I reckon that makes me cleverer than most.”

Common sense is common, has no imagination, and only works by precedent. It leaves the man who follows it poorer, if not in pocket, then in his heart. Fuck common sense.