Beyond Control

I lost everything. That is why I have something to give you.

Dark Pierrot laughs — now it is clear why. Two eyes, a mouth full of fangs, a white face. Above him — rules carved before the game began. And creatures that refused to choose who to be within someone else's classification.

Cards fly from the hat. The trick is that it is empty. Two fishermen fish for dice — cubes, chance, outcome. They fish in earnest. The dice won't come to them: they are on strings, and the strings know where to fall.

Homo ludens. You just thought it was you who was playing.

The strings hold.

He knows — you will catch them.