Oh, Notebook Ghost, don't look so distressed. You're DEAD! What could you possibly have to worry about? I mean, time, sure... Time is a tricky bitch. That's absolutely for certain---and I'm willing to bet it's even weirder once you're spectral---but don't be glum, chum! It may be July, still, in … (read more)
Oh, Notebook Ghost, don't look so distressed. You're DEAD! What could you possibly have to worry about? I mean, time, sure... Time is a tricky bitch. That's absolutely for certain---and I'm willing to bet it's even weirder once you're spectral---but don't be glum, chum! It may be July, still, in your drawing, but it won't be July FOREVER. (In fact, for me, this is the LAST DAY of July. The FINAL day of July 2019... Probably, for many OTHER FOLKS, July is already long gone...)
But I suppose that isn't true for you, is it... I suppose, FOR YOU, it will always be XX July, since you're stuck on that page, stuck in that piece of dated artwork, perpetually, until the Sun gets mean and goes mad and turns SUPERNOVA and obliterates this entire section of the solar system... Then it won't be July for ANYONE anymore (even if there's still a few ANYONES left alive---or adead---floating away from the fiery cataclysm that was our home planet in whatever tin vehicles they've scraped together to flee the destruction...)
But, until then, I guess, it WILL always be July for you. Sorry. I've doomed you to FOREVER SUMMER... That means no Halloween... (Damn...) A ghost who never gets to experience Halloween ever again. GAWD... I'm an evil bastard---wielding my powers of creation in arbitrary slashes, like a kid with a samurai sword, without even considering the possible consequences... Heartless... Heartless... If I had any compassion at all, I'd tear your page out of my notebook and burn it, so as to release you from your imprisonment---but I'm a cruel creator. I've finished your page---I've written on the other side, already---and I NEVER (willingly or intentionally) throw away words or artwork. (However BAD or pointless they may be. You never know when some little bit of nonsense might come in handy!)
I'm sorry Notebook Ghost. I truly am. But you're stuck in July for the rest of my life---perhaps for the rest of the solar system's existence. But YOU'RE DEAD! Try to enjoy your spirithood. There are lots of other ghosts and monsters to chat with in my notebook, so you won't be lonely... And, believe it or not, you're even going to be put up onto the internet as a piece of crypto-art, (I'll tell you what that means later), so maybe you can haunt your way around the entire world by creeping through the phone lines and cellular emanations, if you feel like it. It's up to you, really. (Us creator types like to give our little creations a few obstacles to overcome. Makes you stronger, in the end!) Okay, little ghost, it's up to you to sink or swim on your own from here, so---GO BE SPOOKY!
---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool---and Heartless Bastard)