The charioteer wears a crown of serpents—each serpent a form of wisdom. They share the chariot and gaze at the world with their third eyes, seeing the present as one views history: with a sigh at its ever-changing course.
The chariot is supported by a human upper body, spine, and ribs, operated with only the hands. The lower half is adorned with bronze patterns and trophies—severed heads.
The road it travels is confined, fixed—like a wheelchair confined to a bumpy tactile path.
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