#becomingpraetorloos

[thetransversespectator]

The corpse still dreams. Its muscles twitch and flex, its voicebox creaking. Convinced it had nothing to say, nothing of value to add to the conversation, it has endured the countless autopsies performed on it. It has borne witness to its own eulogy, and was present at the investigation into its murder: silent, immobile, fuming. And yet, the corpse still dreams, and that dream gives voice to a new epistemology.