City of Mirth

I tried to climb one of the towers, once. One of the big ones, I mean. The little ones are easy to climb, you can just shimmy up those until you get lost in the fog and can’t see the ground and it starts to get dark. Then you go down, if you don’t want to die. But you can’t get your hands around the big ones, and so you can’t climb them. They’re smooth, smooth as polished gold. There are no ledges, no handholds, no nothing. So, when I say that I tried to climb one of the big towers, what I really did was hurl myself into the side of a tower a few times and then give up.

There are no doors in the towers of Mirth – none that I’ve found, at least. There are windows, though, high up; windows behind which lights must be turning on and off, because something is up there, blinking randomly in the fog. I’ve never seen a person behind one of those windows. I’ve never seen anyone walk out of or into a tower either. But there are Mirthians. Oh yes, they’re there in their gilded spires, playing with light-switches while all around them the ones who come to Mirth scream and disappear.