A few nights ago I had a dream that
Nogrod brought me an obituary of an American sf author. He looked rather sad: "see,
Pitchwife is dead, isn't this him?" I checked the birthday, it matched and so did the interests. "And he said he was from the States and that he did a bit of writing... he never just told us he was really a writer!" I started feeling a bit numb, and sad, and went to tell
Legate the news. He was absolutely crushed by it, he started crying a lot. I was feeling incresingly numb, thinking
So Pitchwife is really gone... do I have to be the one to tell this to everybody in the ww game?
It was a rather gloomy dream, certainly not anything very nice although the atmosphere surely could've been more depressing.
Pitch, welcome to the club of 'downers whom my subconscious has killed.
