This is not a time. It is a thing.
Why is it always a thing? It’s as if there weren’t enough problems in the world for us to face. Why not add one more? Who’s going to care anyways? So I will shrug my shoulders, pull an apathetic face, and add another burden for you all to bear.
(Feel free to call me cruel.)
This is the burden of knowledge; knowledge is power they say, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Am I not right? Knowing is half the battle, but at the same time, the more you know about something the less wonderful it becomes. Sometimes. I learned a long time ago that there are more grey areas than countries. Sometimes.
When something new comes into being, it is always a perversion of what already is. I’m not speaking about ideas, things being made, or even the natural world. This touches upon the unnatural world. That is, I should say, the world that defies logic.
When something new comes into being, it is the Eve. The eve of something old, something new, something borrowed . . . Something skewed.
But something alive, something which exists against all odds!
Think of it: the first-born mother of the latest aberration. Just repeat that. The first-born mother of the latest aberration. It sounds like song lyrics, no?
(She’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes!)
My point is that if you happen to come across one, catalogue it for me. You would make me a very happy creature!