the story, sir, is one of a man's struggle against the vicissitudes of capitalism and the sadistic exploitation of same by men and women who have sold their humanity to the first bidder.
the sounds come at him in a sonic möbius of whispers; the words are indistinct, but the tones —— of rage and lament, of burden and cataclysm, of dissent and vengeance and grief —— are as sharp as blades.
rumors about his activities and affiliations —— rumors that are fairly bursting with tales of sabotage, espionage, conspiracy, subversion, larceny, and assassination.
if his remains are in the ground anywhere, then they have become part of the earth in its entirety. if they are in water, then they fill our oceans and rain down from our clouds . . .