Quote: "Born Fatale is the Femme" from THE praxis continuum (A.Glass 2018)

"Scanning for a nearby shop she sees a small convenience store, crossing the road, Fieke quickly walks toward the store. Entering the store she bows, noting the small stature of Buddha above the counter, walking towards the refrigerators, opening the fridge door she lifts off the rack a small bottle of cola. Feeling the effects of the drinks she had early in the evening, the sun has now set West of Cincinnati and darkness is descending over the city. Closing the fridge door, she walks to the counter. The shop keeper scans the bottle of cola, while looking at Fieke as she looks up a the small yet symbolic stature of Buddha. She places the paper bag down onto the counter with the Whiskey.

"He doesn't judge?"

The man turns and looks up at the small stone Buddha, in its serene posture staring into the void. He then looks at Fieke once more.

"To set up what you like, against what you dislike is the disease of the mind."

"Zen saying?" Fieke replies, as she takes out some American currency held together within a silver money clip, she looks down at the neatly folded bills, lifting out a single twenty dollar note handing it to the shop keeper.

"Yes." As the Asian man nods in a respectful manner glancing at Fieke, as she reciprocates the gesture, yet her expression is detached and unemotional. As she looks up again at the stature of Buddha.

Lifting the bottle of cola and whiskey from the shop counter.

"Keep the change," she says, leaving the store.

The man bows, this time with an appreciative smile, yet does not give her any eye contact.

She continues to walk down a small alleyway, noticing a mostly vacant car park lit up on the left hand side, feeling inebriated, she walks to the side of the empty lot where a large brick wall over looks the narrow alleyway. Fieke pauses, looking up at the early nineteen hundred's Renaissance style architecture, one of many buildings dotted in and around Cincinnati, showing the one hundred year old heritage of this American city. She walks towards the worn brick and windowless facade, despite its precarious manner, it still holds a dignity within an historic foundation. Determine to be reminder, through its archaic history and eventual demolition, that there is no progress in a destruction of the past without esurient ghosts. As on either side of this old building lies two ground floor car parks. It will be only a matter of time when this relic of yesteryear will be demolished.

Fieke sees a single curb and sits down, deliberately in a dimmed part of the vacant lot as she places the whiskey and cola bottle onto the asphalt, outstretching her right leg as she pries out her hip flask from her front pocket. Unscrewing the steel cap, she lifts up the cola bottle and also removes the plastic top. Pouring the cola into the small opening of the hip flask, chuckling to her self as the dark soft drink fluid runs down over the flask onto the payment. She then lifts the stainless steel flask, giving it a slight twirl with her right hand, Fieke takes a sip.

"Much better."

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"The Praxis Continuum"  (A.Glass 2018)