An Orcadian Diary (1) Silent Guns
It ends beneath the ground; it always does. The bones of soldiers buried in fine ceremony, though the organic memory passed long before the corpse was glorified. Collective kindness crumpled by division in the face of another despot whipping up the many faces of our unhappiness. But, perhaps, not always… His name is Johnny Claude. He’s ninety-eight years old – the oldest man on … Read More An Orcadian Diary (1) Silent Guns