Theater of Confusion

In the theater of confusion, knowing the location of the exits is what counts. - Mason Cooley


For months he had trained for such a moment as this, learned to discern pattern in the chaos, anticipate movements, advances, retreats, to make difficult choices - to lead. But now all his training seemed to desert him. Before him figures swirled and swarmed, crossing arms, breaking apart, only to regroup and regroup again. Their colors were as unfamiliar as they were vivid, and the beseiged Heir of Gondor could not separate friend from foe.

Thankfully! then, Faramir appeared red-faced at his side and Boromir breathed out a short-lived sigh of relief.

“Father wants to know why you aren’t dancing.”