The Plain Facts, Carved
What It Is
Told in the Seanchaí Tradition
The Build Story
The Táin Bó Cúailnge was fought over counted cattle — two bullfights of the soul, whole armies moved because one side had done its arithmetic and the other had done it differently. The war of the age since has mostly been quieter and the herds smaller: the dollars, ground out coin by coin on a tabletop nobody bleeds for. This garden kept its own count of it — a small typed field where the grind is the war and the ledger rises like the dust of the route. The reels of the turn-based tabletop screen played beside this stone long into that winter, artillery of the small denominations trading shots across the felt, until the count closed. The old epic ends with the bulls dying of each other and the herd dispersed; this one banks the coin and asks the player back for tomorrow, which is, when you lay it against the Cúailnge, the more merciful arithmetic.
plays alongside: 4 reels
The Ledger of Sight
On Film
The camera came to the stone itself, and the reels it carried back are planted here:
One reel of the grind itself — Sindy at the dollar field — cut from the source.