A single human sporting layer upon layer of clothes. Pacing.
Desolate remnants of a full life.
"Oh. Hi there. Didn't see you arrive. Have a seat. There's the rocking chair. Yes. The boulder will do.
Can I get you something to drink? To eat? I have Xanax as well. I think it's Xanax. Seems to do the trick on lonely nights.
What's that? You can't stay? Sorry to hear that. Was looking forward to some company. What can I do you for?
You want to hear it? Let me take a look at you... Hmm... Yes. You look young enough. Probably don't remember a lot, do you?
Sorry. It's a reflex. Be warned.
The broad details you've heard, I'm sure. Word of mouth likes to spread the deeds and the misgivings. It's like wildfire. Really it's how it all begin anyhow. Hatred. The approval of hatred. There was a sense of entitlement by people of power, a desire to divide and to lie, subsequently stoking these wildfires.