standing still on a changing world is still moving
Zarius. At first, Eleazer. Names corrupt and facts twist to suit the story. I had the flu, not that we knew what it was or what a coma is. Cold, motionless, wrapped like a mummy.
I tried to tell them, but they had an agenda. I dreamed of water and thirst. I tried to tell them the dead don’t dream—or walk out. But it served their purpose.
I didn’t know the man at the centre. My sister did. We had supper not long before his martyr. They wanted to take me too, but friends put us on a boat to France and staged my death.
I lost my sisters to time and wandered, camouflaged by country-side and passing generations. I did not die. I did not rise. I do not age. I wandered the world, weary and without home or history.
No connection to notice my permanence—until you found me. What would your leader have with a Jew that Domitian did not already despise? Whether for display or study, host to an everlasting illness.
