THE LECTURE
'The third tier of your tiara made me tired'
those were the words I awoke with, a ringing
in my head, an echo-canyon of something I could
not place. I awoke then and went on. Towards
you. Towards an image, an oddly amorphous
form of clout and power, and, without reasoning
about it, I entered another day. Hands bandaged by
crisis and desire, eyes slanted backwards by the
pressures of reality forming itself anew around me.
That is what a day is after all - time piercing essence
and making a material physicality which manifests
the very thought stream before it. So, watch your
ways, young men of the jury, for you are
more powerful than you think, truly,
more powerful than you think.
'The third tier of your tiara made me tired'
those were the words I awoke with, a ringing
in my head, an echo-canyon of something I could
not place. I awoke then and went on. Towards
you. Towards an image, an oddly amorphous
form of clout and power, and, without reasoning
about it, I entered another day. Hands bandaged by
crisis and desire, eyes slanted backwards by the
pressures of reality forming itself anew around me.
That is what a day is after all - time piercing essence
and making a material physicality which manifests
the very thought stream before it. So, watch your
ways, young men of the jury, for you are
more powerful than you think, truly,
more powerful than you think.
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