Winter 1900 – The Center is Empty, the Perimeter Void

 

The faceless man said, “The century turns. It is an arbitrary thing. A belief that counting the days and the years matters. That we have control in the universe. This illusion does us no good. It stifles us and holds us down. We believe that the rules apply to us as gravity applies to the falling stone. I am going to demonstrate what happens when the rules are ignored. I am going to smash the cages of perception and open the people’s minds to their true potential.”

I looked at the acid scarred corpse at his feet. I said, “I think Mr. Copper’s potential is truly smashed. I commend your generosity.”