Add the Faceless Champion – In The History Of Empires
There is a tradition in this place, sticky and lush, and I don’t know how to talk to it. I imagine ships carrying warlords over the broken glass of the Serengeti; they catch me in the grass, and they throw me before the feet of the Emperor, who laughs – is he a chimpanzee? Are we chimpanzees in here? No – but then he throws his head back, and excuses me, and, like Cl-Cl-Claudius, I am safe again.
They put me in my place among the satyrs and spintrians and I felt bad.
Emptied pockets. My pockets are finally empty. I have nothing else to have.
Bad luck, that’s a lot of bad luck and I don’t deserve anything better.