Outside the gates of the city - where sociopolitical collapse, climate change, rebellion, civil war and nasty language was all going on - a grown sits.
He plays with toys he long ago outgrew, in games with no clear winner or loser.
He does this in earshot of all the chaos.
He had originally stepped out in the hopes of finding a solution, away from the problem.
But the more he thought about it, the more the problem seemed to big to handle.
So he didn't.
He sat and played.
It is not a good story.
Not a triumphant story.
It is not a story.
It simply is.
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