Vanity. Ares

caught her looking at her watch just before we
begun, this gave me a clear indication that she
was in a prison I deemed: having-to-do-what-youdon’t-want-to-really-do;
a prison many people
can’t escape. Secondly, the lady seemed to avoid
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small talk with the man beside her; looking away
when the man seemed to want to develop a
conversation. I could not hear what was said but
imagined the lady in the blazer made it short.
Words, accusations, statements, descriptions
commenced after the judge declared that court
was in session and that she needed order within
it. My mind did wonder about the Judge’s
gender, but I had no real conclusions on the
affect of this fact at that time. In light of this fact I
surmised that the situation was not a menu and I
was not ordering a Burrito, and that was clear in
my mind.
The prosecutor, Cesare begun to pick my
defence apart instantly, which again had a
strange anti-climatic lull to it. Perhaps it was my
lack of adjustment to the time, space, speech and
action continuum of normal life, and one in
which I did not truly adjust to, but as Cesare
went on, I remember feeling alien, absurd and
that the nausea was distracting me from listening
to everything being said. Besides, I was still free
in my mind and this was still a treasure,
regardless, as I accepted that what I believed was
true — I lived this. Feeling rather happy to be
out of prison, whilst I sat amongst the court’s
initial proceedings, I remember being slightly
disappointed as I would have loved to have taken
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