- ChronicleA Concise Biography of Tyranny
Tyranny does not mind starting out small: it is indifferent to scale.Its dreams of grandeur are happily rehearsed in a child's theatre.
There, Tyranny has a full set of tin soldiers with which to prepare a catastrophe. One wears a gas mask, another a metal helmet. Hiddenin a drawer, away from the others, is the drummer whose head hasbeen blown off.
Tyranny has an awkward adolescence: it's all arms and legs and hot air. It talks of keeping the streets clean, while it fills them witha litter of noise.
Tyranny likes to have a hometown—and a small cinema where itsfaithful can watch films in the evenings.
Tyrannies learn slowly: it is only in young adulthood that theyacquire the true benefits of decorum. They then possess the abilityto carry out their work like any proper business.
In maturity, Tyranny becomes a bona fide adult—endowed witha fully grown body—behind which it conceals a warehouseof regression. [End Page 69]
Tyranny's regression is simple: an infant's desire to impose its omnipotence on the world.
Tyrannies are not good at aging. Tyrannies stay young ona challenge. The thrill is lost when all the brave are dead.
Tyranny in old age is never graceful. Surrounded by rusted cars andold foundries, it is a junk heap of promises.
And as in Roman times, its successor was already, years ago, slain.
The mystery is why one finds, time and again, flowers on its grave.