The Wax Conspiracy

One going up, one coming down, but we seem to land on common ground

Forward and backward, the being lies in the fetal position of the far corner. Taking a step forward with the right foot, the left negates any positive encroachment on every step back.

The feet move in unison as they traverse the plane in opposing directions in one instant only to change track, head the other and find themselves again in opposing fields.

Watching on, little Princess Aiko, unsure of the future of the past. Hereditary lineage and the world's oldest monarchy on blood lines seeing a possible step on asserting a change. An alteration to allow the little princess to one day hold honours of the throne as the Emperor of Japan. Lest of course, her parents, Crown Princess Masako and Crown Prince Naruhito bring, about a brother.

Feasting upon the blubber and delicate meat of whales, the largest mammal currently known to exist, a far touchy subject. Racing between the ships and battling out across the waters of the sanctuary, Greenpeace forces righting some sense in the culinary barbarism. Science, cuisine, all things of perspective and suspect directives.

Taking time out from the transitional non-movement, shadows of the feet rests their soles between some reading material.

Ethan Switch

Written on Friday, 25 November 2005

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