{imagine: }

a time when it all began
dragons
there’s no heaven
all the people
no possessions
there’s no countries
nation
the swan
a man
redemption
a king
me / that / this
Velaphe
it never happened
no rappin’
que tu suis tes cibles
je sais, mais je veux plus avancer
je suis seul, sans etre aime

{imag[in]e: How They Found Paul Pemulius}

They didn’t find him, the dogs did. The German shepherds. With little Red Cross vests clasped down around their bellies. Pemulius had seen them once before when he was five; rescue dogs sent from Switzerland, searching in the rubble of a collapsed apartment building from a purported gas leak many thought the government itself engineered for political purpose.

. . . continued . . .