Vicariously, I Ask Semeotyces

Of course Kullermes knows who he once was. He knows the mountain he climbed, the town he is indebted to. The shaman knows many things; he just doesn't say them. The way he sees it, he was born an unspeaking sentinel, and after a momentary lapse in that role, he has reconnected with his calling. But still he misses that lapse. He misses feeling the passion last as long as his many words. He misses explaining himself, searching for ways to articulate reactions. He misses being in that way. According to the new teachings he has undergone, however, this type of being  is a fetter. It's a textbook case, in fact. Discarding it was for the better. Still, though. Once discarded, the fetter could be observed via the sense media. Once observed, the fetter could be felt... and then left to hang in the mind. Because-- what's different now-- the shaman can also observe and feel the consequences  of the fetter, consider them in turn with  and without  the fetter, and seek to unde

Some ten thousand miles from where Angstopolis's sign once stood proud, midwinter clutches trees of their color; trees clutch a shelter of its strength; a shelter clutches bodies of view; and body clutches body from the void. "Post the post,"  says a voice in the dark too dim to discern. One body lifts, leaves the room a wide-eyed specter. The other falls asleep, falls astream. --- Of the manifest unwrittens by the late postman, an inventory can work for between four items and five atems at most: - Symphony no. 1, halfway to done, formed in iterations of a tautology. (Coda visible only by parallax: A cathedral, only a welcome mat at the moment.) - Thirteen raincourses, length in deed with breadth. One complete. Created by time. (required: four hands) - Three artificial leaves, of two different same-hand signatures, formed in iterations of a tautology. Two complete. Finally, the cenograph. - The cenograph. Done are two nodes, another seven