
Enchanted Temple Garden.
Photos, Drawings, Cartoons, Poetry, and other assorted artworks by Promethean Antagonist - with some additional favorites from my collection...or just random stuff I took a fancy to.
…Henry was indeed a bore. When he chuckled the crackling sound he produced seemed to leave a smoky trace in the air. There was something akin to danger that could be perceived in his trite attempts at levity. A grimace was never required of him to indicate he was at odds with the very air around him. His thought processes, though quick in appearance, were more like a memory laid waste by non-memory. For these simple traits he was honored in lies by everyone who merely said "hello" to him. Yet, for all his profane quirks in manner he occasionally left one with a sense that he knew something – something important. It was for this occasional odd hint of significance that I waded through many mundane sessions in his company. If there were secrets to be found or treasure to be claimed, they would somehow be made known by this most unlikely of vessels. It is often faded and unremarkable -- even offensive -- drapery that conceals the day's light behind them…