* * If there, if sweeping up the wall, a tide of universal disgrace, colourful, always colourful, while the lone man fits alone in his room, abandoned, disgraced, isolated, the subject of a frantic search, but nothing can change the inevitable. That's what they said. It was awful. He should never have left. He feared the worst. And yet away, away, up through the seething traffic, across the polluted air, over the concrete arches of the sky train to the skyscrapers beyond, all of it was impressive, imposing; and finally provoked nothing but despair. Because he was overwhelmed. Simple as that. The cruel times weren't over; but he had never been so sane; not since, as a frightened child he had run down long forgotten suburban streets; and could feel the rustle of terror in every leaf, and knew that to return home meant yet more beatings, more fear, and worse, perhaps, than any physical violence perpetrated against him, that terrible isolation.
The Terror Wall
The Terror Wall
The Terror Wall
* * If there, if sweeping up the wall, a tide of universal disgrace, colourful, always colourful, while the lone man fits alone in his room, abandoned, disgraced, isolated, the subject of a frantic search, but nothing can change the inevitable. That's what they said. It was awful. He should never have left. He feared the worst. And yet away, away, up through the seething traffic, across the polluted air, over the concrete arches of the sky train to the skyscrapers beyond, all of it was impressive, imposing; and finally provoked nothing but despair. Because he was overwhelmed. Simple as that. The cruel times weren't over; but he had never been so sane; not since, as a frightened child he had run down long forgotten suburban streets; and could feel the rustle of terror in every leaf, and knew that to return home meant yet more beatings, more fear, and worse, perhaps, than any physical violence perpetrated against him, that terrible isolation.