This is introspective, about life and time, love and pleasure and passion, and the eventuality of death. It's a musing on the finite and tragic. I really think that Robin is a bit too developed to be commenting on current or political events. If anything, this is about politics in the ancient sense. That is, people of this and that kind, with our differences and our similarities. How do we live together? From Montezuma to Tripoli, we're all temporary, confined to something or someone, prisoners to time and place. I think there's a kind of idealistic hope here too.
This is introspective, about life and time, love and pleasure and passion, and the eventuality of death. It's a musing on the finite and tragic. I really think that Robin is a bit too developed to be commenting on current or political events. If anything, this is about politics in the ancient sense. That is, people of this and that kind, with our differences and our similarities. How do we live together? From Montezuma to Tripoli, we're all temporary, confined to something or someone, prisoners to time and place. I think there's a kind of idealistic hope here too.