the real tragedies of life occur
in such an inartistic manner
Time had taken on an odd quality where it was frozen and moving too quickly all at once; Bastien heard people outside the room he had shut himself and his family in have meals, sing songs, sleep, wake again: at some point someone came in to drop off Azrael, who he had taken in his arms then continued to sit next to Rexanna in the bed where she lay, staring directly ahead at the wall.
To the average onlooker, it would seem as if his mind was empty as he studied the bricks before him with a strange intensity, the baby sleeping in his arms only occasionally taking from him a quick glance or adjustment of his arms. Truthfully though, Bastien's mind was racing. With thoughts, images, memories: he'd always had a powerful imagination and now it was working overtime, desperately trying to find a way to make it all alright.
Or at least, to give the impression it was all alright.
He had not looked at Rexanna for a few hours now. After his initial rage and shock the sight of her still face made him choke on tears and blurred his vision; it was necessary for his survival that he kept his eyes turned from her as he sat there, a silent sentinel for his wife. He knew there would be those who wanted parts of her, vultures that would pick her apart before her death was even known to all: he would not let it happen.
To the average onlooker, it would seem as if his mind was empty as he studied the bricks before him with a strange intensity, the baby sleeping in his arms only occasionally taking from him a quick glance or adjustment of his arms. Truthfully though, Bastien's mind was racing. With thoughts, images, memories: he'd always had a powerful imagination and now it was working overtime, desperately trying to find a way to make it all alright.
Or at least, to give the impression it was all alright.
He had not looked at Rexanna for a few hours now. After his initial rage and shock the sight of her still face made him choke on tears and blurred his vision; it was necessary for his survival that he kept his eyes turned from her as he sat there, a silent sentinel for his wife. He knew there would be those who wanted parts of her, vultures that would pick her apart before her death was even known to all: he would not let it happen.
their absolute incoherence
their absurd want of meaning
BASTIEN
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