I’m Naztko from the future, but I’m starting to forget everything (it must be a side-effect). Anyway, I do know that in the future this blog will be partly responsible for destroying the world. Perhaps it is a world worth saving. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.
It all started when Utcoozhoo thought it would be a good idea for both Doug, and his apprentice Zawmb’yee, to go up-top out of the caves and start to assimilate. He thought they would be part of a second wave of migrants who would keep the best of both worlds. The first wave assimilated too much and lost the most important parts of their culture. These Ojdispekib became corrupt and arrogant.
But before I try to interfere I must study the blog that Doug, Zawmb’yee, and I as my younger self wrote more carefully. Doug began the blog tentatively in what seemed like a relatively benign diary until he became entangled with Utcoozhoo’s apprentice, Zawmb’yee. Zawmb’yee has always been a little wild.
There is much to study. There is little time to play. But Doug and Zawmb’yee are inadvertent players, and lovers and poets.
But it seems like chaos is always breaking out. I’m trying to hold onto my faith, but fierce facts seem to get in the way, and the play’s the thing.