They wander the earth, in that little helmet of theirs. they go to hillocks, hamlets, towns, castles even, without being seen once. The wanderer lives, where no one goes into the wilderness he goes. hiding from sight, hiding from life, hiding from the sight of others. We know not of his race, his origin, but only of that helmet, always on him, it never leaves, also that hammer of his, he has had it always. Who was he? What is he? that is a question you will have answered soon, in a project of mine. but still, who?
feb 03 2022
