Breathing New Life Into Past Successes

originally posted October 11, 2006

I have spent a good deal of time in the Great Theater lately, reacquainting myself with the timbers and the old ghosts that linger stage right. It is a beautiful structure and a fitting monument. I will stage another play there. I have had many grand ideas. One involves a reimagining of history, the change of the outcome of the Planting Feast during a certain year. The events were momentous and, perhaps, changed the course of my city's history. One has to imagine how a single event on whatever scale; incredulous as a Ko-ro-ban mercenary alighting his mount within the walls of my city to do theivery on a most heinous level or something so mundane as the twisted ankle of a Taurentian, caused by a small stone in the road, might alter the path of history, the chronology of events that define a world. Suppose Tarl of Ko-ro-ba, mercenary of our hereditary enemy, was brought down that night - a single bolt true to its target passing through his back? How might any event change those that follow it, given the circumstance that it occurred differently than intended or remembered?
But that play, if it ever evolves past the seed of an idea, will be for another time. It will be Fall of Agamedes with which I will mark my return to the Tallux. With Locutius rumored to be touring in the company of Gilberto in the northern cities and Nikos of Tyros gone missing as he often does when the purse of his labor swells, I will open it up to audition. Perhaps there is unknown thespian talent waiting to be mined, brought to the surface. Fall is the perfect vehicle for that. I suppose I will have to advertise. Place flyers on the public boards, that sort of thing. I look forward to it.
The perfume of another little whore can be detected in the halls of Samsara. I brought the girl, Samantha, into the Aulus Street domicile for a visit. She was beaten like the others and then given leave to sleep upon the pelts and pillows in the Great Room. She was informed who she would report to for chores and also that I expected discipline in my home. The leather falls infrequently in Samsara, but it falls hard on those occasions. On another note, it is good to have activity within my Brother's home, whether he visits or not. It is a beautiful domicile in a pleasant neighborhood within the walls of the greatest city of my world. It should be lived in.