ANDY: Colours draped box, cradled in bearing arms, comforted around mother's shoulders, vacant from settled hearts. Newly dust signed contract hate smeared across eyes. The flower sellers knowing look from gates of the cemetery --- SAMANTHA: Mea culpa, you are responsible. No apologies, all deaths were operational. This is a pyrrhic victory, the...Learn More

ANDY: Fell the statues of the defeated fallen like the great redwoods. Plundered regions from the west behemoths decapitated, position the boulder, eradicate ancestral power, desecrate sacred site, cannibalized statues. No class revolt, no mere intertribal conflict, this was wholesale apostasy --- SAMANTHA: They knew it was the last but still it...Learn More