Carthage
was burning, but that wasn't enough;
you also had to go after Rome, and Ravenna, and any other city where luck
had miraculously made its final, unrepentant way.
Is that what you did to Venice, too, in its heyday?
Is that what you will do to Singapore
when the ambient fear generated by POFMA doesn't quite work out, and none of the old tactics quite seem to function anymore?
Maybe you need a new strategy.
Maybe you need to realise that when you execute people, and delicately
seem to try to condition the population into fear, and more mental slavery,
individuation helps us all recognise
that this is not quite what our ancestors seem to have asked for, when they handed you
victory after victory.
You want Fuad and I to be afraid?
My most beautiful, abusive readers
I was in Accra when it happened, too preoccupied with whether anyone had made
the connection
that Singaporeans are not their leaders.
That across the world, the same can be said for most populations.
And I have already been terrified all of my life.
Nothing new. Nothing sudden; no new insight.
I think the equivalent for you, especially,
would be like if the only person on the entire planet who ever recognised your true value
was not even you,
but someone long gone. Someone who barely even knew
you.
Someone who whispered in your ear
with the Voice
"if you do this for me, even though it goes against literally all known human values
I will make sure there is a place up in the night sky for you."
Just so you know,
95% of the universe is dark matter and energy, which means the odds of finding such a space that actually shines with real light and happiness
are none to very, very slim. And the prelates are now very few
who will happily sacrifice themselves, and their children. You could use
more of that bullshit exallos 'magic', but hey.
Between declaration and dream,
you choose.
It's your city, that you keep working against, and defeating.
Your history, that you refuse
to consider might actually be repeating.
Your destiny, and mine, and my respect for you and all the fucked-up things you do
that together grow ever more and more
fleeting.
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