Still emotional about my Lian's journey at 97poets last year - stranded in the pale with her family as they were being smuggled to safety in a cargo full of apricots, she came out of it a dyed-in-the-wool proto-Miroan who wants to 'peel away the world to find the raw Truth beneath'. And so as much as she did love her family (which was so much, always, even when she did not understand them), her path took her further and further away, yearning for that eventual convergence, close, so close now, when all of history's painful contradictions will be negated at last. And that strange person with the "THE END IS NEAR" sign understood and counseled her, always, always... it's only fair that once Lian's body fell to the ground, riddled with Coalition bullets, her spirit picked up the sign and went on to tell to anyone who'd listen: the whole world is a zone of imminent entroponetic disaster...
