Thu, 1 February 2018
I met the most interesting man today. He sleeps at the fire while I write this, another few inches of bulk to my daily carry, but I find the exercise of keeping a journal cathartic. His name is Israfali. He has asked me to call him Fali, and we are very much alike in that we both are harnessed to a tank we know nothing about. We must’ve had the same tattoo artist, though. It is a damned similar thing, our markings.
Music in Tincture: Book 2, Chapter Fourteen:
Intro music selected from: PrudHommes by Cobra (avec logo panthère)