Photograph by Paul Hsu In the Nick of Time with the tour guide by my side I bear witness to these shades imprisoned in the rust of cell life a death sentence in one or two dimensions whose souls move live and breathe disconnected from the body recovered but dismembered in self-torture and beheaded by the jovial and mischievous mystery man the Green Knight who keeps his axe to the grindstone as Sir Gawain sweats for dear life and I am left to circumscribe the many meanings of a few green men whose necks are nothing if not bloody magical stumps unremarkable with the changing of the seasons by Paul Hsu 8-28-15