Aug 31, 2008 21:54
[UNDER A TREE SOMEWHERE left of the center of camp, the Medicine Seller has set out his merchandise neatly around him. There is a small pot of lit incense beside him; no matter how breezy the day is, it remains around him like a heavy cloud. He is seated seiza-style, with his hands on his knees.]
Shall I tell you a story ... ?
The truth, or the truth?