CHAPTER 2
Metamor is a dim city. You've passed here before. You remember, how that city of shadow, rocked, bowed and split, curved and coiled around this impecable road; and how you walk there from end to end and see all manner of beast of burden, merchant and specialty. And it was like drawing a line in black leather with a bleached chalk.
Now impossibly dim, the twirling buildings of sharp attacking angles seem to laugh at you; how you're amongst them and not on the silken-trodded road.
A man drinks off the curb. Bottles line up at his feet. He takes a drag out of the cold kiss; and he looks up to you, you catch a glimmer in his eyes. "You're dead!" he laughs with rosy cheeks "Dead...dead dead!"
"What?"
"What? Heh!" he takes another drag "That is half the question. Look..." he somehow sweats the alcohol like dripping water, a serious tone takes it's place "You're...you're thinking like..." he scratches his chin "You're still thinking with your two feet beneath you."
"I say...you're still a boy...like...you haven't seen the rind yet...just the juicy pulp...If you're going to live..." he takes another drag "You have to learn the difference, between things made by men and things made by the earth...."
"You're drunk...Go to sleep, man"
He laughs and heads off "Just listen...maybe someone will try to help you someday, but you just don't listen...Eyes and ears...thats all we have, people like you and me"
You jeer. He looks at you with that same serious look in his eyes "I say, boy, you ever wonder why you can't see your own spine, no matter how hard you try? I'm serious, you ever tried it? Like...licking your own elbow joints...I jest, you wouldn't think of doing it, wouldn't you? It's beneath you."
The man disappears into the shadows. "Watch your back.." the voice trails