There is an idea of a Elim Garak; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am a tailor.
When I get to Worf’s place, I use the keys I took from his pocket. There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Worf’s quarters overlook the Promenade and is obviously more expensive than mine. I calm myself and move into the bedroom, where I find his suitcase and start to pack.
ummthatguy@lemmy.world 1 year ago
Oh, I forgot. Garak’'s dating someone from the FCA.
bionicjoey@lemmy.ca 1 year ago
There is an idea of a Elim Garak; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am a tailor.
ummthatguy@lemmy.world 1 year ago
When I get to Worf’s place, I use the keys I took from his pocket. There is a moment of sheer panic when I realize that Worf’s quarters overlook the Promenade and is obviously more expensive than mine. I calm myself and move into the bedroom, where I find his suitcase and start to pack.