Figuring out the Figureheads

Detail of Biomorphic Déjà vu

Much like the mermaid and merman figureheads built into bows of sailing vessels of the past, their contemporaneous titular counterparts do not benefact in procellous navigation. They are a cadre of overseers marking time for their workforce. 

Any analogy to storm petrels would be as though one had become sightless. Along with the titles, and possibly enviable remuneration packages, their blank eyes know at what length to behold those in their charge. One cannot speak truth to them, other than remembering that they shape it.

By virtue of being possessed, and as also possessing an exoticism redolent in seraglios of the past, they truly are akin to janissaries, and odalisques—creatures clearly beholden to their overlords, delivering and prevailing over those they oversee.

At times some being or ones demeanor may elicit a surprise in them, but they will not revel in the sensation lest their own being and natures rebel against them. It has to do with having a strange sense of their own abstraction—and ostensibly with a close eye on their gains and their perches. Any movement that arises within their core upon encountering new knowledge renders a shock—the revelation that this other has been formed differently. One may presume they are snug in having their vibes of feeling entitled!

Frontline charmers; splendid Kafkaesque gatekeepers; tight lipped they sit, wearily raising their heads, fanning your presence with wan smiles. There is a quiet sordidness to their being, and its true that beauty can dislodge ones focus. The only option is to hold on, develop and with every struggle gain ground, that one may only hope to hold on to.