At the time of my writing this, it is evening, so Good Evening is what I shall say. The subject of this third consecutive blog post may surprise you. I certainly have never seen anyone else discuss it, though taking into account the sheer size of the internet, I'm sure I am not the first.
Tonight, I find myself thinking about interdimensional viewscreens. They are really quite extraordinary, and there seems to be no end to the amount of them. They are freely available to be purchased in various places, being more numerous in some than in others. There are actually buildings in which you can lease however many isuch viewscreens you desire, provided you have a plastic card with your name on it, and do not object to paying a small fee should you fail to return said viewscreens by a set date.
One thing I cannot help but notice about these interdimensional viewscreens is that the seperate dimensions they show us seem to almost always be a great deal more interesting than our own. For example, if you take a look at select screens, you will be shown a world vastly different from this one, curiously named 'Middle-Earth', where short hairy-footed people attempt to destroy a highly unusual piece of jewelry by dropping it into a volcano that seems eternally active. Despite the alarming direness of the situations present in this dimension, one cannot help but enjoy viewing the excitement of it all.
That particular viewscreen was constructed, according to the letters upon it, by a man named Tolkien. But there are uncountable other such creators of these wondrous inventions. Such as a wholly remarkable woman by the name of Jane Austen, who showed the world a place that seems very much like how ours used to be, in which a young woman eventually marries a man named Darcy, who is clearly too flawless to ever concievably exist in our dimension of imperfect humans.
Alas, one cannot realistically hope that all other dimensions out there are interesting places to see. Examples include one brought to our attention by a woman named Stephanie Meyer, within which another young woman finds herself falling in love with a blood sucking creature with the capabilities of glitter, becoming impregnated by this creature, and nearly killed when the monstrous hybrid infant inside of her attempts to devour its way out of her body!
But it is best not to dwell on such horrific places. Instead, I believe I shall resume viewing a screen that recently fell into my possesion. It is extremely fascinating, showing me a world that seems to be in a post-apocolyptic age, in which children are cruelly forced to engage one another in combat to amuse a tyrannical government. The child I am watching most closely, a girl by the name of Katniss, is an individual I can truly care about, and I find myself easily wondering about what will befall her.
With that, I shall bid you all adieu. And if I may be so bold, I recommend that you acquire an interesting interdimensional viewscreen in the near future. They seem to have much they wish to show us.
~He Who Writes in the Night.