It’s winter holiday time, and although I have gone into radio silence already on the blog, I will come roaring back one day with new and confronting content. Also more books. And then more books, probably.
In the meantime, have a nice and relaxing end-of-February. I don’t know how relaxing mine will be, but it’s my first holiday since summer 2019, so I’m going for it.
Let’s close out the winter (or summer, depending on what half of the planet you live on) with some glorious, soothing wisdom from yet another sage and vastly entertaining voice from Perth. We really are the city that doesn’t stop fuckin’ giving, you know. You’re welcome, world.
I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends.
Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages?
I am Hatboy.
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Enjoy the well-deserved break bro!
Have a good one. Do Narthin’.
Oh I’m not allowed to do narthin’. But I can maybe schedule in two hours of sitting in silence for next Wednesday afternoon.