The Path to Ukraine
Truth would have you believe that narrative cannot stand outside of language, even though in some projects the projection has no human response.
Easy for me to say in context, I know, who have been mean to all sorts of living things, consciously cruel, strategically cruel, vengefully cruel — stupidly cruel — in ways sanctioned by my own ambition, someone else’s ideology, my culture and in pursuit of pleasure and of pain.
Some cruelties, especially serial ones, seemed to be self-preservation.
Most were failures of imagination and intellect combined.
I have caused confusions.
Mind you, I have been beaten ritualistically and imprisoned, without the cause being as stated.
I have been fed excreta by systems of narrative virtue and imagined sin.
Sometimes I was not of the right class. Sometimes I was wicked and scheming. Sometimes I played the unwilling, unwitting role of a ritual victim.
I have escaped to be punished again. At times the punishment was prescribed for my betterment.
I was never bettered.
Continued in Part 3.