Book 2, Chapter 01: You Carry Cannons

Truth found little purchase in a barren sown with lies, and this went doubly so for the Devil.

When time turned funny, most folk looked to one another as they struggled through their day-to-day, figuring things out and doing their best to set up four walls for them and theirs. Some had always liked lacing up the shoes of a nomad and wandering across the dust. If you had a purpose, it gave a body something to fix upon, a reason to keep stepping. However, wearing those nomad shoes out in the barren these days, the days after The Whatever, that was makings for more of a finite kind of future. A body needed the company.

 

Music in Tincture: Book 2, Chapter One:

BOPD – Grotesque
Shake That Little Foot – Shady Grove
Bleak House – Biology Slides
Kosta T – Complect for…
M Patuluci – Underground
Nevermore Eleanor – Invitation

Intro selected from: PrudHommes by Cobra (avec logo panthère)