It had been more than thirty years since I fled Ostia. I had been slowly making my way west through the expanse of the Republic, consciously applying a tactic I had used for close to fifteen centuries: I remained a slave and managed to move from one master to another every ten or fifteen years. […]

Posted on March 20th, 2012 by Zsallia
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The desert offers solitude, and a simple mode of existence: mere survival. Granted this is a somewhat moot point for me, but it acts as further guarantor of my privacy, for the desert is both swift and merciless in its dealings with fools. Modern society has effected sufficient intrusion that it attempts to protect those […]

Posted on November 30th, 2003 by Zsallia
Filed under: Interludes, Philosophy, The Present | 1 Comment »