I think I can remember the rules of the game. I just don't remember how those rules are carried out. Who declares the winner? Whether I should sacrifice myself rather than accept defeat? What the symbols mean on the board? How this porcelain sword is supposed to move across the black & green squares? I can pretend like I remember. Answer to no one. Continue with my cracked shield until sacrifice is the most advantageous option & no victor, now matter how felicitous his spirit, shall witness my dissolution.
The rules are never remembered. They become elements of a fantasy no one dares call into question.
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Mama, don't you worry, night's aproachin' & there's a hole in heaven where some sin slips through -Townes Van Zandt
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