the artist's box

chapter 4

toys. winding, down.

better than winding up, i suppose.

and definatly better than shucking the fetters of their winding-hood, and taking small marches upon the city, quardoning off the dolls from the ponies, setting the children's smocks on fires. setting up an oligarky, or however you spell that government, and ruling with a fist made not of iron, but of tin. soldier's tin. melting into hearts and ashes, never nowing it was a game.