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Summerbuzz
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Slumped off.
The autumn of a fall self. The wind is cold, the rain is starting to fall. And he can feel it, you can hear it in his voice.
This raging fire he's been stoking, around which he's told his tale, is almost out. As the skies darken and the odd drop of cold rain becomes a steady patter, here comes an inevitable future that even he cannot ignore.
His voice drops, and with words, he pulls his collar tight to his throat, seeking to preserve the warmth within him. Once, he was working to transfix us. Now, he's transfixing his own mind, repeating these things like mantra, to keep the bite of the frost from being all he can feel.
TBH, it's a missed opportunity, at 10/1, he could really have said something remarkable. Given us a suprise ending, some truth, as well as the self-directed pathos. But it's like he can't look up from the paper.
I wish I understood why better. Is it embarassment? Sadness? Fear? Does he know his authority is gone? Does he dare not face looking at, challenging and dismissing journalists, without it?
Is it just one of those human displays that serves it's purpose without the knowledge of the individual? Someone who threw rocks, smashed heads, got to the top, and didn't stop lying and implying he had dirty secrets that you just weren't powerful enough to hold him accountable for... Who, this guy? He's not a threat any more. He's blabbering, lost in his own world. Leave him alone.
The autumn of a fall self. The wind is cold, the rain is starting to fall. And he can feel it, you can hear it in his voice.
This raging fire he's been stoking, around which he's told his tale, is almost out. As the skies darken and the odd drop of cold rain becomes a steady patter, here comes an inevitable future that even he cannot ignore.
His voice drops, and with words, he pulls his collar tight to his throat, seeking to preserve the warmth within him. Once, he was working to transfix us. Now, he's transfixing his own mind, repeating these things like mantra, to keep the bite of the frost from being all he can feel.
TBH, it's a missed opportunity, at 10/1, he could really have said something remarkable. Given us a suprise ending, some truth, as well as the self-directed pathos. But it's like he can't look up from the paper.
I wish I understood why better. Is it embarassment? Sadness? Fear? Does he know his authority is gone? Does he dare not face looking at, challenging and dismissing journalists, without it?
Is it just one of those human displays that serves it's purpose without the knowledge of the individual? Someone who threw rocks, smashed heads, got to the top, and didn't stop lying and implying he had dirty secrets that you just weren't powerful enough to hold him accountable for... Who, this guy? He's not a threat any more. He's blabbering, lost in his own world. Leave him alone.
