To quiet the man he went up into the cave and looked out.
To quiet the man he went up into the cave and looked out. World. Giant. His mind could concede for a brief moment: Crystal Ships landing on the sands. Hands folded on a Chair sitting: 'Hello. Come in.’ I’m not here. I swear I hate it here. I swear there were many before me. They’ve died and gone to Neptune. We watched them take off. They’re never coming back. You shall never see them. They shall never know you. We shall never acknowledge them. We shall just speak of them. As though they were ideas. Colors. Pivoting colors on flying geodesics. Hyperbolic thoughts beyond imagining. Beyond thinking. Kites cosmic. I, Claudius.