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i see the dusty earth, the flags fluttering far above the brown parched ground… i see the horses harrumphing, their ripe breath a fine mist of dirt-loaded spray in the mid afternoon air… i see the swarm of flies, darkly massing against the sky – flying in and biting the men on their necks, the animals on their flanks, drinking long and deep…

… i see my memory, a stoned horseman riding out in front of the armies of time, his bugle sounding eerie and far-off in the heat, the flash of steel armour not masking the inevitability of his slaughter…

… while the armies of time look on…

In the end, we are all endlessly multiple, infinitely alone.