Things fall apart.
In the Shire, the hobbits hold a referendum.
‘We refuse to be governed by stewards in Gondor who have never even been to the Westfarthing! Tariffs on mushrooms are far beyond what any reasonable gaffer should expect to pay!’
In Narnia, the Emperor-Beyond-The-Sea decides not to send his son, after all. Foreigners should fend for themselves. He lets winter reign, instead.
Things fall apart. The centre cannot hold. Yeats and Randal Flagg knew that.
In Wonderland, the cards are being sorted. Red cards with red cards, black with black. The vorpal sword is cutting the pack down the middle; that is how the vote came out.
It’s the same everywhere.
In Gormenghast, and in the Night Land; on Trantor and Terminus; Hy Brasil and Atlantis.
It’s the same everywhere.
It’s all very sad. But what can you do?
The hobbits voted; and we did, too.
In the Shire, the hobbits hold a referendum.
‘We refuse to be governed by stewards in Gondor who have never even been to the Westfarthing! Tariffs on mushrooms are far beyond what any reasonable gaffer should expect to pay!’
In Narnia, the Emperor-Beyond-The-Sea decides not to send his son, after all. Foreigners should fend for themselves. He lets winter reign, instead.
Things fall apart. The centre cannot hold. Yeats and Randal Flagg knew that.
In Wonderland, the cards are being sorted. Red cards with red cards, black with black. The vorpal sword is cutting the pack down the middle; that is how the vote came out.
It’s the same everywhere.
In Gormenghast, and in the Night Land; on Trantor and Terminus; Hy Brasil and Atlantis.
It’s the same everywhere.
It’s all very sad. But what can you do?
The hobbits voted; and we did, too.
This little bit was written in response to Tom of Watt. Shoot me a prompt, and I'll have fun trying to come up with something...
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