The grey shale of Careless slips and slides underfoot. It smells of tar. Tar pits bubble below. The craggy trees bow with exposed bark and broken branches. The Careless live in lookalike shanties. They drive down gravel roads and eat paste sandwiches. A large white glacier fed river runs through cold Careless. Damp weather sickens the Careless. Everyone carries handkerchiefs which they sneeze and blow into throughout the day.
“It’s nothing much,” visitors say, but they inevitably stay longer in Careless than expected.
The capitol Contempt was quickly built, poorly constructed, and early abandoned.
“Still, it’s better than the Careless are used to,” the Guide says.
The solid metal bunker-like buildings have presence.
The Council of Contempt meets and makes pronouncements and edicts for the Careless to follow (though they don’t).
The Careless ignore the Council of Contempt without consequence.
“They’re too stupid to understand our complicated language,” the Council members say. “We’ll dumb down the next directives.”
Though inevitably the Contemptuous make the laws long and complicated. They love to debate and add addendums.
Plaques and monuments in Contempt honor well-written edicts.
No one teaches history, however, so no one remembers what the edicts where for and whether they were meant for good or ill.
“Are they deserving of honors?” asks Miss Doe Friend.
“I think not,” says Miss Emeline Traveler.
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