Unobserved

_ Avatars, by nature, are anonymous.

_ By necessity... they're anonymous by necessity, like Spinach Florentine. They have their choice of vehicle yet opt to walk, much like myself.

_ The back of my hand to ye... What do you know about avatars?

_ They're mostly Canadian. Very remote... they're very remote, like the guy standing right behind you when you step off on an around-the-world hike.

_ That's remote... that's an old Canadian trick, like a hockey puck's shadow.

_ Canadia, the last bastion of the eternally free. Wherever they go they never leave Canadia. They're anchored like steam to water. Real bastards...

_ Avatars or Canadians?

_ Nice try. Next...

_ Alright... you've made your point. Any grass?

_ Burnt orange, babe. Weakening... autumnal. Call it what you want but you're going to feel a little foolish when you're standing on the dock holding an anchor and everyone else has gone to a watery grave. Ooops, my bad, right?... Don't say anything. You don't have to say a word for I speak the language.

_ So this is it?

_ No, this is not it.

_ What is? What is it?

_ Some call it God; some the unfathomable, but they are all like impatient children waiting for the surprise. Empirically you know it as suffering... and when it shows up it doesn't leave. Everybody else leaves the party but suffering remains... Huh?... Where are all the balloons now, chief? Where are all the party dresses and one too many's?

_ The back of my hand to ye. What's it like outside?

_ The same. It's always the same. Things don't change in Canadia.

_ What about western Canadia?

_ Now you're talking. Chai?

_ In unobserved fashion.

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... Contradict... who's listening?

_ Billy? Is that you?

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