This past year there's been a great concentration upon The Rabbit of Usk in these pages. Precipitated I suspect by an understanding of how short time is and how quickly it passes. On the other side of this coin is the very strange idea which I guess is best explained in terms of the grave stone. A more lasting structure around which a mind might gain solace. Oddly, "Bunny was Hungry," three words that say it all, doesn't quite do it.
Then there is a growing awareness in your writer of pulp that the world of
people is probably doomed. It's an ancient idea which for several hundred
generations many have drawn comfort from. Arguably it's the genesis of religious
belief, it's the better description of the world as it is and always has been,
an anomaly in a collection of galaxies the earthly astronomer refers to as The
Local Group. And indeed these pages have long been devoted to exploring the