Death of the Worker's Paradise, South Coast, NSW Australia If he couldn't detect the sound of his surveilance anymore; if they had, indeed, gone away at last, then a kind of unharassed peace could open up, he could relax. Or begin to taunt himself more openly. But he still heard them sometimes, or could detect their influence in the behaviour of others, alhtough now he wasn't sure enough to really know. "He's right," a voice said one afternoon, during one of his final displays of angst over the duration of it all. For what had been meant to be a sunny retirement; a wandering on. Palm trees and infinite gratitude in the arms of others. All hell could erupt, or he could grasp the mantle quietly. Or he could use, in the end what were quite powerful tools, to achieve good. To feather his own nest. To fulfil social justice agendas. To embarrass the powerful. To ensure he was never harassed by a corrupt pack of bastards ever again. To write and facilitate fascinating books which could become the arrows and poems of the time. To the heart. To the knee. A stumble into a warm and welcoming dark.
DEATH OF THE WORKER'S PARADISE
DEATH OF THE WORKER'S PARADISE
DEATH OF THE WORKER'S PARADISE
Death of the Worker's Paradise, South Coast, NSW Australia If he couldn't detect the sound of his surveilance anymore; if they had, indeed, gone away at last, then a kind of unharassed peace could open up, he could relax. Or begin to taunt himself more openly. But he still heard them sometimes, or could detect their influence in the behaviour of others, alhtough now he wasn't sure enough to really know. "He's right," a voice said one afternoon, during one of his final displays of angst over the duration of it all. For what had been meant to be a sunny retirement; a wandering on. Palm trees and infinite gratitude in the arms of others. All hell could erupt, or he could grasp the mantle quietly. Or he could use, in the end what were quite powerful tools, to achieve good. To feather his own nest. To fulfil social justice agendas. To embarrass the powerful. To ensure he was never harassed by a corrupt pack of bastards ever again. To write and facilitate fascinating books which could become the arrows and poems of the time. To the heart. To the knee. A stumble into a warm and welcoming dark.