Kama
It’s warm. It’s neither day nor night here where we are. Our heart beats strong sometimes. It’s not always so. Sometimes we feel distracted by the mendacities of everyday life. All these moving figures, wowed by simple smoke and mirror illusions cast by lower level spell-casters. They can sometimes be wowing. There is something fascinating about watching humans. They’re all so preoccupied with pettiness. Politics. All of it is politics. Politics of gender. Politics of money. Politics of Politics. All their policies and ambiguous contractual obligations. Then it all goes south, and in comes politics’ baby sister socio-economic equality. Then it all goes crazy. Feminist. Racist. Chauvinist. Ethnocentric. Violence. Policing. Armies. Cages. Rather inspiring escape stories of brave young people who dared to defy the authorities; who stood firm and would not be moved. Those who fought for peace. They were jailed. They were beaten. They were killed. Never has the echo of their voices been s