The man on the bank indeed went mad, became disruptive and almost
died one week after his first exposure to the mysterious river;
although, an at times boneheaded refusal, (by master interceptor
standards anyway), to fully pursue the interceptor's art was probably
what insured his survival into adulthood. Now, however, he cursed the
lost time and he particularly cursed his lot. It wasn't enough to
encounter the objects, an epiphany in its own right, one had to then
arrange the objects in a transformative manner to convey an inkling of
the experience to the village. As the average villager's interest in
the stream and its denizens had greatly waned of late -- in fact, they
were growing downright resentful -- it was becoming quickly apparent
that this was a dying art...
Eventually, in due time...
"THE TOWER"
