Take two.
This has had a fair few iterations; it started as an attempt to imitate Brecht without ever having seen or read Brecht, had a brief stint as a poem about a car, and now it's this. It took quite a while of on-and-off work, and I very much hope you enjoy it. For the record, the linked articles aren't necessary to understand this, but they're both excellent and highly recommended.
So many people read this that I can't remember everyone, so I'll just say thank you very much to all of you, I do appreciate it. Special thanks go to Cydhra, who read this in various iterations no fewer than three times, explained to me in painstaking detail how fiction works and very much functioned as the Ezra Pound to my TS Eliot here.1 Also very grateful to FlyPurgatorio, who helped me cut the fluff, bring out some of the themes better and tell me when I was horrendously misquoting a seminal work of literature.
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