On the third day the engineer is discovered alone by the listening pool. He is strangely downcast; like a flower with a broken stem. “I don’t know the origins of...
On the third day the engineer is discovered alone by the listening pool. He is strangely downcast; like a flower with a broken stem.
“I don’t know the origins of any of this” he says “I am confused by the world”
There is an inescapable logic. It insists itself. Beguiling as this world can be, only blinded by denial can we absorb ourselves enough to pretend to not know it.