The Apologiser part 0

From the vaults of the the Filthy Lies Alternative History of the City Before the aplogiser there was a baby called Catherine who grew up to be a young girl of the same name. Catherine came from a fairly respectable background (if such thing existed) and it would have been to the families shame that she later became an apologiser if the family unit had existed within the city. From a young age Catherine as she still was, would write stories and sing songs and the worse crime of all – that of imagining things to herself. For some reason Catherine was never shipped off to the artists colony, instead she spent several years writing illegal poetryn and warming her frozen body in the strange trains that seemed to populate the city and travel everywhere and nowhere all at once. It was only after three and a half weeks without food that Catherine cicumed to the temptation of becoming an apologiser. Her survival in the role broke all records – as most people in that role would eventually die of guilt. A famous apologiser want wrote the famous suicide and philosophical treatise “whu everything that has ever happened in the world is all my fault”. Catherine the apologiser was possible too innocent or possible to distracted to ever blame herself for the faults of the train company specifically and the city in general. This tendancy to become distracted would occassionally lead to to problems with her relationship with the beautiful boygirl Henry V. However Henry V had a great deal of patiance with the apologiser and they managed to live together in bliss for the majority of their short but eventful lives. The Apologiser recieved some of her excuses from the train management by carrier rat. Every week or so she would recieve notification of her pay – a measly sum and useless one – as her hours left her no time to collect the benefit. At the same time life insurence for an Apologiser was unaffordable as they would often be killed by angry passengers if they didn’t fall from their nests or hang themselves in self pity and misery.

The Apologiser part 2

At the end of the last episode we had left are heroine staring at the ceiling of thick flittery dirty glass … what excitment can we expect next? One day the apologiser may step up to the figure representing fate and say to it ” What the fuck do you want?”. to which fate may reply, “I have only given you everything you ever wanted”. Who knows whether that would be a fair comment or not?

The apologiser part 1

The apologiser is a poet. The apologiser lives in a small cage in the middle of the train, in the top of the scaffolding above the heads of all the passengers. The only way that the apologiser can reach her cage is to climb some of the scaffolding and other matter that exists throughout the train. The apologiser very often does not travel to her cage or from it emplyed as she is to stay in the same place for most of the time. The views of the apologiser are numerous as she can see above her, below her and all around. There are now walls in the way – and even the ceiling has its merits. Her 360 degree view around her (without lifting her head up or down) would look to most people like an impenitrable darkness – but for the apologiser there is enough light to see the working of the canopy of the train. It looks like a theatrical forest. The apologiser might swing along this canopy like a train bound tarzan – but as far as we now she chooses not to. Below her she can see a blanket, more of which anon. the view is below is lighted as a series of large dustty spide-webbed lampshades hang from the ceiling and colour her concregation. The lampshades were possibly once the darkest shade of green. The congregation need colouring in as they choose to wear almost entirely grey. Consumers think they have a choice and all wear the same. The clothes of the congregation are not dominated the apologisers downwards view (leaning over the edge of the cage). The view is dominated by heads and hats. Short uniform hair, black uniform hats nothing to see there – except the apolgiser sees infinate beauty. She is both wonderful and infuriating. The blacket has been sewn from the matter that exists within the train – her cage is her nest. Above the apologiser there is thicker than thick glass. From the inside it is extremely difficault to tell if the glass continues to the outside edge of the train or not. It is glass that does not allow any light through at all – and maybe would be better painted as another material – though glittering like glass.