A Fable

It wasn’t long after we killed the King that the village resorted to cannibalism. The castle was torn down and the stones were used to build a wall separating the less successful cannibals from the more successful cannibals. Soon everyone was very hungry again. A new castle was built with the bones of the dead, and the ghost of the King was installed. A throne of teeth was made for the king to sit upon in judgment of the living, and he gave to us a new system whereby our cannibalism would be tempered.

I know, you’re already asking yourself, “Where is this place?” and “Can I book a vacation there?” Of course all these questions will be answered by the image of a hanged man set against the moon; or by the camera panning over feet, hundreds of feet, shuffling along the pavement. Queue music.


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