Status Updates From A Song of Stone

slowly and steadily struggling through this

what a slog

: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alea_ia...

Oh, I know, we all change, every day, and each morning emerge from our cocoon of sleep a different person, to confront an unutterably alien face, and any illness, and all shocks, age and change us by their given degrees... yet when the illness is past or the shock faded, we rejoin, more or less, the same society that we left, and recalibrate our selves by it.

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Perfect time to drown in Peter Brown's Abacus cover illustration.

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...the cold and the realisation of my own wretched helplessness.

They pull you back down; I see the nightdress thrown up over your head as they force you back against the parapet, your head between two of the stones. There is some shouting and jeering. I find myself biting my lip, only realising that I am doing so when the blood is sucked back into my mouth.

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The men are shouting and yelling, calling on me to come out. I try to rise, but then fall back, paralysed by...

I close my eyes.

Not here. Not here...