Vanity. Ares

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it felt as if the stage had encountered a great act or
scene. The court’s happening then started to feel
like life in general to me by that point: a stage and
one in which procedures are accepted, a few good
things said, a few bad things said and one act’s out
differing roles and scenes, before departing.
Memories of the black prisoner and his girlfriend
came to mind within the furore of court room
teeters. There was a feeling that the declarations
and questions seemed to be of issues that, in my
eyes, were unrelated to getting to the truth of the
matter. This assertion played in my mind as
Cesare then asked Carly how I had stabbed Myra:
“Was it with aggression, anger or not?” he said.
"Did he grimace?" Carly said, “No he seemed
expressionless.” This seemed encouraging to me
initially, as it was more in line with the way I saw
the truth: a blur, expressionless and of distilled
provocation. Being no stranger to violence I don't
remember the expression my face took in the
midst of the act of the incident with Myra,
admittedly. But Cesare then twisted the situation
to suit the prosecution’s conviction and said: “This
proves that he meant it and the expressionless
instead of a grimace - which would have been
normal in order to deem the act a crime of passion
- show’s that the man sitting right there Murdered
the victim in cold well thought out stabs that were
interspersed with breaks.” “What constitutes a
grimace?” said Connor. The judge waved away the
question as if swotting a fly: "That's Semantics."
she said. Biting my lip, Cesar’s declaration and the
judge’s waving away of my lawyer prompted a
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