In the Newsbyrinth

The wretched NEWSBYRINTH! A maze most strange, where gazing too long means thy doom—but gaze not at all, & doom looms as well. Centuries ago, mankind both created less news, & heard less news; many pine for such a time, & certainly, it holds its charms. But distant stories, political stories that never reached every tiny hamlet, they yet impacted the lives of those who heard them not. Ignorance of who crowns himself king, shall not protect ye from his decrees, his wars, his many foul choices.

In this strained age, with news bleating from every corner—some of it false, all of it spun—’tis a matter of survival to learn to navigate the Newsbyrinth. All news, all day shall drive ye mad, but no news may leave ye unprepared. Do thy future self a warm favor: ere the Tyrant Trump resumes office, & the Newsbyrinth fills with a fresh wave of lurking foes, find a balance ye can maintain. To stay abreast of plagues, wars, genocides, without paralyzing oneself with terror; to keep one eye on the barons & villains, but not both, lest ye miss out on life itself. & find, I hope, some solace in knowing: we all must navigate this nightmare Newsbyrinth together.

I hope this Monday missive finds ye well, mortals! & I hope the finally-arriving cold settles in nicely, for our readers on Earth’s Top Half. Thank ye to all for reading; to all who have shared ”Glicked” on TikTok & InstaGram &c.; as ever, we also give especial effusive thanks to the growing number of generous mortals who supply us with “Bits,” & subscriptions, & upgrades here in the Scriptorium!

I shall write ye come Wednesday with news of this week’s “Black Friday” episode! ‘Til then—be safe, be well, & before ye rush to confirm the Taylor Swift story, examine the image carefully…

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Giallo Journalist