It’s a valiant attempt to prop something up on its own two feet. Most often it looks a bit like the leaning tower of Pisa. The pursuit of ortho.

As soon as I stood up I couldn’t see. I know too much and yet nothing. I couldn’t stand.

Unsure of the lore. Forgetful of the plot. Who was he?

Instead of discussing it was telling. A commander and a soldier. An orator and a scribe.

I used to be. I used to think. I used to feel. I still do.