"Walk. The streets.Streets once treasured, now littered. With trash and rubble. Burnt broken statues of children. Those aren’t statues, says Lawrence."
A magnificent piece of prose poetry, Victor. My brain struggles. My heart falters.
Catchy title, Victor! I read a lot of climate change and land-grabbing warfare into this story - both examples of how education has failed to make a significant impact on humanity's basest instincts. Or perhaps the "education" in the title refers to our species becoming aware of just how petty and cruel we actually are, or can be. Thought provoking to be sure. The imagery is lingering still - this is a story with impact. Well done.
Damn, this is strange and powerful. It's amazing how powerful and pithy some sections of your dialog can be, all wrapped up in this strange and heavy imagery - really just love your writing so much. And what is delightfully curious to me is I leave your pieces thinking "is victor a believer or an atheist, or an ouroboros of both?"
"Walk. The streets.Streets once treasured, now littered. With trash and rubble. Burnt broken statues of children. Those aren’t statues, says Lawrence."
A magnificent piece of prose poetry, Victor. My brain struggles. My heart falters.
Catchy title, Victor! I read a lot of climate change and land-grabbing warfare into this story - both examples of how education has failed to make a significant impact on humanity's basest instincts. Or perhaps the "education" in the title refers to our species becoming aware of just how petty and cruel we actually are, or can be. Thought provoking to be sure. The imagery is lingering still - this is a story with impact. Well done.
Too much, Victor! Kudos.
Damn, this is strange and powerful. It's amazing how powerful and pithy some sections of your dialog can be, all wrapped up in this strange and heavy imagery - really just love your writing so much. And what is delightfully curious to me is I leave your pieces thinking "is victor a believer or an atheist, or an ouroboros of both?"