I was kind of a loner in high school. Scrawled NIN lyrics on my notebooks and such.

Concerned, my Japanese language teacher pulled me aside to ask if I was OK when she saw I’d scribbled the following:

なんのためにうまれて
なにをしていきるのか
こたえれないなんて
そんなのはいやだ！

(“Why were we born? What’s our purpose for living? How awful not to have an answer!”)

That’s a verse from the Anpanman March, the cartoon theme song.

(Granted, it’s kinda heavy subject matter for a kids’ tune.)

Hi #fediverse. We need to talk about something.

While talking to a colleague about how I recently learned most people have never seen the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things, it came up that she has never heard the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time.

Like, not even once during childhood.

Another colleague admitted they also have never [end of parchment fragment stained with old blood]