Oct 20, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (The Worth of Complication)

 

It was not a question of desire.
Of unbridled volition.
Or parables of choice.

 

Instead, their extraordinary passions and the execution thereof, were the result of divination, long ago. The Mulberry affinity with art and the Chernov disposition with power were composed of purposeful inclination and proceedings in augury, by those who fashioned the nebulas. And now, as Desya parted company to realign with the waiting Russian contingent, patiently ensconced within the liquid elegance of the courtesy lounge, Viktor Aleksy Chernov would speak, in private, with the postmodern prince.

 

“Apologies,” the energy maven would begin. “English…”

 

He struggled with the words.

 

“No apology necessary.” Maxwell would say.

 

Viktor responded, in kind.

 

“I am in the habit of conducting business in Russian.”

 

Though there was a slight pause in his speech, Maxwell surmised, through intuit, that the energy patriarch had not completed his thought.

 

And so, he listened.

 

“Have you been?” Mr. Chernov would say, “Have you been to my Russia?”

 

Maxwell observed the oligarch.

 

“More than once, Mr. Chernov.”

 

“Please,” the Russian mogul would begin, “Call me Viktor.”

 

Maxwell nodded, respectfully.

 

“We have a complicated history,” Mr. Chernov began.

 

There was another pause and a sudden, rapacious desire for air, which the energy giant drew deep into his lungs.

 

“Very complicated.” he continued.

 

He lowered his head, ensconced within the nurturing embrace of the Mulberry Bjarg, the resplendent office chair compliment to the Mulberry Forseti, composed of titanium and flexible, accommodating alloys, which allowed the denizen to breathe. As he considered his own obscure history and the complexity of its path, he allowed his hand to travel the breadth of the gilded armrest, sculpted by the artisan, who was to implore the same tenets in the design of his New York abode.

 

As the rain continued to blur the panoramic views of SoHo, Maxwell observed the nuclear mogul, and attempted to assuage the ambiguity of the past.

 

“With respect, Viktor, complication is yet another tool for design. I believe it to be integral, particularly in fashioning greatness.”

 

Mr. Chernov beheld the visionary architect, spellbound.

 

“I understand you are a man of note. Of integrity. In Russia, this is more valuable than currency. Tell me, have you found this in your travels to my beloved land?”

 

Maxwell allowed his gaze to fall, upon the titanium base of the translucent conference table.

 

“The Ural Mountains have been kind to me.”

 

Implode. Part LX – DK

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  • A NOTE ON IMPLODE

    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="http://vaionyva.com/2010/01/implode-the-birth-of-max-mulberry/">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.
    Grazie.
    Merci.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK