Remember when reading set you in a class by yourself?
Well, probably not in any way past elementry school and precociousness for most of you, but... I do.
It was very strange. There was more meaning to it. Weirdly potent.
Fucking magicians.
It wasn't talk with the spirits or premonitions.
It was notes left scribbled in the dirt, carved into trees, flashed with lights or smoke.
We knew what had happened before, what happened far away, and were smart enough to guess it would happen again.
There were the stories, the slow accumulation of knowledge, that sort of thing.
Of course, there was a lot of drug use in the scene and that just kinda ruined it.