Where Angels Fear
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read

The Tragedy Of The Commons

A friend of mine lost his marble when he was five years old.

That’s genuinely sad enough to make me want to burst into tears.

I mean … it’s not that I’m at all surprised, but … well … you know … it’s bad enough when people lose their marbles, but the fact that he only had one in the first place is heart-rending.

“He’s lost his marble” has such a Little Match Girl quality to it.

It’s like his family were too poor even to afford to go mad properly.

“When C.J. were a lad, ’is family ’ad to mek do wi’ ’and-me-downs. ’E were twelve year’ old afore ’e got his cousin’s Tourette’s and it were all wore down wi’ bits missin’ off of it — ’e could barely shout ‘’unt’ or ‘’uck’.”

)
    Where Angels Fear

    Written by

    There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

    Welcome to a place where words matter. On Medium, smart voices and original ideas take center stage - with no ads in sight. Watch
    Follow all the topics you care about, and we’ll deliver the best stories for you to your homepage and inbox. Explore
    Get unlimited access to the best stories on Medium — and support writers while you’re at it. Just $5/month. Upgrade