Disposition Matrix

The tradition of all dead generations weighs like a nightmare on the brains of the living.
- Marx

History is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.
- Ulysses

In vain did Sedna soak a knot of flax in seawater and nail it to the space above the door with a sliver of stone cut from rock shears hidden under virgin snow. Mizar, being the youngest of the Elders, and thus the least likely to fear the night in which Siātu bites the soft flesh of her heart in the cold, found Sedna’s superstition piteous and stated such dreams were fallow and without the fruit of meaning. When her nightmares persisted, Ceres told her that no Ghost had ever spoken of Siātu, and thus all the ink in the world could not explain her visions. She continued to pray for the remittance of her haunted dreams.

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