those rats aren’t just rats, they’re everything in the world that’s broken. They’re things falling apart, and the part of you that wants them to. They’re the Athenians burning Hyccara and the Syracusans chucking those Athenians into the quarry. They’re the invisible disease that ate away at the insides of little Helios till he couldn’t walk or, in the end, even speak, just cry with the pain. Those rats are the worst of everything under an indifferent sky, but the sound coming from the aulos, frail as it might be in comparison, well, that’s us, I say to myself, that’s us giving it a go, it’s us
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