Park

I skipped the General Assembly, knowing that it was all just a simulation, meant to train us to some day accept positions in another gathering where we would display the skill of knowing what was acceptable to say to represent the interests of our employers.

There was an open space that called me from my retreat, a place where the land lowered to gather the water in an ornamental manner, contrived. Bulldozers had fashioned it.

Still, it attracted the residence of pilgrims passing to pursue the quest of the season, and I snapped at them madly, not realizing that the price for admission to confused reverence would soon be waived.

Soon, the day would be dead.