And girls who want boys to leave them alone.

And girls who want boys to leave them alone.

All self-perpetuating cycles are a form of the hunt. Addiction, anxiety, conquest. The Chase, the Flight.

THE BUSINESSMAN THINKS HIMSELF A HUNTER. THIS IS NOT JUST COMMODITY FETISHISM BUT LABOUR FETISHISM, DELUSION IN THE EXTREME.

Here, the foundation of a house -- two middle-aged women inside, silent as they pack up furniture that belonged to their mother.

The offerings on the shrine altar are a mix of the old and the new -- though the recent additions are fewer in number.

Defiler. It sends a sick thrill through you.

Somewhere on a distant hill, a wild dog howls. In your nostrils, the rabbity scent of fear.

The glow of the candles' collected light reflecting on the awning, their warmth cutting through the cold.

The smell of beeswax.

Light years stand between you and the star -- your hunt will be long over by the time this invocation reaches it.

A pool of blood dries on a tile floor, on skin rapidly growing cold. The stain will linger, but the body itself will slip back into the shadows as if it was never there.

On the deck of a boat bound for the Illuminated Empire, a young woman contemplates throwing herself into the sea. The water is cold, dark, clear.

Rotanev: angel of predators and prey. Also dialectics and investment banking.