[The world changes between one second and the next; moonlit waves and endless water erased and repainted as scrub grass and desert sand. Crane beholds the setting sun, the peach and purple sky, with cold detachment. He stares intensely at his subject - still leaning against his palm - like he is his world. But he lowers his hand and twists his head towards the crackling of a bushfire.
People inhabit all sorts of inhospitable places, from arctic circles to active volcanoes, but refuse to live in the most inhospitable place of all. Humanity is too scared to investigate their own mind let alone inhabit it.
The center of perception. The seat of sensation. The home of thought and reason. The bandits sitting around the campfire, boiling water and spitroasting meat, cannot perceive their presence. They see they are alone and believe the bushfire scares wild animals away. But the man stirring the pot has his thoughts stirred in turn; something Jesper cannot see. The second bandit begins scrambling but the man with the pot seizes it off the fire and pours the contents on his partner.]
Interesting.
[He sounds like a bored professor who can barely be surprised.]
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People inhabit all sorts of inhospitable places, from arctic circles to active volcanoes, but refuse to live in the most inhospitable place of all. Humanity is too scared to investigate their own mind let alone inhabit it.
The center of perception. The seat of sensation. The home of thought and reason. The bandits sitting around the campfire, boiling water and spitroasting meat, cannot perceive their presence. They see they are alone and believe the bushfire scares wild animals away. But the man stirring the pot has his thoughts stirred in turn; something Jesper cannot see. The second bandit begins scrambling but the man with the pot seizes it off the fire and pours the contents on his partner.]
Interesting.
[He sounds like a bored professor who can barely be surprised.]