He had been a huge success, coming here, going places. At every instant a greater success. Where ever anything had ever happened he had been there, making it happen. There had been galas, feats. The bringing of people together. The shaking of hands. There had been decisions. Discussions. The power of one over another. The shaking of many fists. He had been there making it happen.
But then he had tripped up. Some God-forsaken brick he had not seen coming hit him right on the head and the power of that had turned him right around. Now he could not see the point anywhere and so he ran away from the happening. Happenings that keep on happening nevertheless.
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