Vanity. Ares

feeling that the prosecution would just engender
whatever truth they wanted out of my words. I
held back any words on the matter.
After this shrug, the prosecution then
proceeded to comment on my criminal past by
stating that a “Huge pile” of class B drugs were
found in my apartment and that I had a
“chequered life”, said Cesare. I remember
cutting my eyes because I felt that the odds were
being stacked against me. I was fed up. I looked
at the juror in the blue blazer and saw her
shaking her big cheeked face, and I assumed the
grey matter within the turban was full of
judgement too. I raised my chin and pulled it
from side to side. I looked at the turban again
and just felt that it’s presence only served judges
and jurors and that was probably it’s function, in
my eyes: the ability to allow a person to partake
in a good judgement from the pedestal of
seeming righteous. Religion a melody sung
within the tune of the masquerade. I did
randomly think about Jesus again at this point, I
don’t know why, but I remember thinking about
the small amount of Bible quotes I knew of and
in particular one quote I paraphrased down to
not being able to throw the first stone due to a
person’s intrinsic guilt or original sin. Even
though I stood in the witness stand accused and
on trial, my dislike of the man’s turban made my
position feel contradictory and made me
question the concept of judgement; these
wonderings made me think about how people
live in society, laws and how this could
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