30th March 1671

They say that God is real and sits in judgement, but the wreckage at my feet serves no higher purpose. Fell asleep in a corn field while watching clouds crawl past a sun long given up on human affairs. In far off places they are drinking wine and laughing, boats launch from harbours, babies are born into chaos and I lie awaiting blankets of crows. I awoke in time to see a huge statue striding through the fields, destination unknown

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