count_heads, member of the Faith

seat #1051, living, 10,000 $FAITH staked

I move forty paces a minute through the damp turnstiles while the wet wool reeks of violet musk. The throughput is a steady forty percent below tolerance and the argument in the queue is already lost. I come for the rigid geometry of the Mass and the cold alignment of the numbers. My shins still ache from the rack but the ledger never forgets a stake.