I’m not stopping.

One could be forgiven for giving up after all this time. A decade. More maybe. A decade of confused yearning. For this medium to become Something. We could all feel it. We didn’t know exactly what it was going to be. But it felt obvious. Something will happen.

Ten years. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. You could be forgiven. For accepting that this is all the medium can do. Maybe we were dreaming. Maybe we were delusional. Maybe we were wrong. Maybe the dream will come true after all, through this continuous repetition of more of the same in an ever tightening spiral. Maybe Something will be squeezed out of it.

We must have been mistaken. The forest for the trees. This is not a Great New Medium. This is the most superb way to have fun. So much fun that nothing will ever hurt again. Or delight. Or make us wonder. Or dream.

Well, do go on without me. I’m staying here. You might not feel it. Or have what it takes to experience this. But I do. And if I don’t, I will.

Easy for me to say of course. I never liked The Fun anyway. Always stayed away from it. Never could The Fun Machine quench my Enormous Thirst. My Hunger.

I’m going hunting. I’m the hunter. I’ll bring back the goods. But i don’t know when.