Vanity. Ares

obviously being caught in the rain.
In the weather altered atmosphere the trial
re-started. I had sat down next to Connor, and
been looking at the jury, in particular at the man
that was in the turban the day before, whom had
changed and worn a red one instead of the black
one, he had also worn a black suit jacket that day
and a bright yellow tie. I wondered why he would
wear a bright yellow tie and mostly spent the
morning musing this, the day would pass
regardless. I also noticed that the lady - that had
worn the blue blazer the previous day - wore a red
blazer. I wondered what all these attire choices of
the jurors meant and realised that it meant just
more nausea, stages, acts and masks - because I
didn’t feel the truth lived in such thoughts. I
concluded in this regard that, in my opinion, the
truth was in fact under a bushel and masked
behind the preoccupation with the days
happenings. I wondered why one would hide a
light under a bushel and I wondered this whilst
Gordot, the landlord, was making an effort to nail
the cross ever so slightly, when stood in the
witness stand putting in his two cents; he
answered to Cesare’s question of: “Was he a good
tenant?” with the words: “He was a bad tenant, I
tell you!” started Gordot, with a grimace on his
wrinkly face, “He killed someone for God’s sakes!
In the old days you could just call someone crazy
and throw away the key. These days people ask
maybe we should not have keys! There’s all these
systems and procedures. Rubbish! Do you not
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