Man was ephemeral noise but nature was
reticent and swelling. Distending and distending, it extended him
beyond his petty thinking. How good it all was!
Well, he thought, there was no resisting the inevitable. He
would be entering the senator's house mortified from his sunglasses and
black eyes but the issue was petty enough that there would not be any
serious consideration about avoiding this eventuality through jumping
out of a moving car. Kazem had attempted to put a story into his head
that might save them from being scrutinized about this subject. It had
seemed plausible enough: an injury from the recent Songkran festival in
Banglampool gained from a water fight where some water in the plastic
guns had been adulterated with some caustic chemicals. However, he did
not like casting shadowy illusions into the senator's mighty halls.
No, he shouldn't be with this chain gang of prisoners going to the
warden's home, dragging the noodles that bound them, asking for him to
remove them. This avuncular stranger hadn't come for their parents'
funeral. He hadn't wished them condolences. It would have been such a
little thing to do; and since it wasn't done it was monumentally wrong.
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