However their company more resembles a troupe of itinerary comedians than military troops… Soon after some days spent in leisure and a ritual dance macabre, his unit is on the march to the port town. It was to this task that I had proposed to dedicate my life, and now the fiat of someone I’ll never know or see has quashed that purpose.Ī student at the College of Narrators is unexpectedly drafted and now he is on his way to the army camp. I am thinking of dead men, and the stories that they leave behind for us to repeat. The path cuts into the ground, and becomes something like a stone-lined trench as I follow it around the base of a low hill. The path descends across the cemetery, and now the few distant visitors and groundskeepers drop out of sight. So now I am moving among these monuments, trembling phosphorescence in the pale stones beneath lost grey sky. The Narrator is an absurdist war parable… Often scary, sometimes ludicrous… The stuff hallucinations are made of… “Cry ‘Havoc!’, and let slip the dogs of war.” William Shakespeare – Julius Caesar.
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