Fashioned after the last laugh faction’s obsession with obsession, we continue with the Great Mediocrity, which is somewhere between Comedy and Tragedy, a sign of the times.

We praise the catapult, yet scorn the flame it cannons. Marionettes and pendulums. Dark days and torchlight.

Lords and ladies wait outside the apothecaries thatch, anxious.

A beggar’s cauldron is no blacker. Silence is universal.