Nonsense

There is a certain kind of nonsense that can only be bottled at night in the very most square corners of the universe.

Corners that are so far out on the edges of the Universe they’ve already seen anything and everything that there is, asked themselves why anybody ever does anything at all, and decided best just give it all up and pursue candlemaking.

Yes, these are the corners of the Universe that don’t bother reigning in impending cacophonies or recalling half-baked ideas. The corners filled with unwanted, unwashed and altogether underused sorts, some trying to prove their metal in the chaos and come back heroes, others just looking to escape.

This nonsense gushes through every forgotten crevasse and slithers in time, plucking apart the seams at these distant corners and letting laughter leak in.