Whether they be few or many, what advantage could tyrants or conspirators have over the masses if not by way of harnessing their habitual thoughts?

Is not the collective weight of suggestible preoccupation enough, even in itself, to slide via conventions of mind into material oppression wherever feisty or mercurial spirits retire?

Either way, the latter at least have to throw off such incipient or emergent systems of unsound thought and feeling, preferably before they fully materialise. But whether such malaise is precipitating, entrenched or receding, much of it is too intangible to engage if not through art, which is sadly often part of the problem.

So where can resistance manifest, if not through counter-productively regimented or fractious groups in protest, or stray figures on the periphery?

Enough preamble then, here on the remote edge.

The pieces to be posted here have will have no logical or temporal priority among themselves, treating their subject matter equally as contemporaneous, historical and of the timeless sphere to which fiction is dedicated. If they align predominantly with one side of politics I hope that is more due to idiosyncrasies of political fashion than any primary inspiration.