Magus Fugit

Bright Monday to ye, mortals! How fare ye? How fare ye, as the pressures of the manifold crises of the world continue to rise beyond all tolerance & imagination? I myself found the need for a relaxation flight, & took to the stars this yestereve, stepping away from worldly troubles for a serene sidereal sera.

In one of the first missives I e’er sent here, back in January of 2024, I spoke of feeling cornered, of the increasing tensions of the contradictions of the times. ‘T feels all hath accelerated since, growing more fraught with each passing, horror-filled week. & I know that heading into the skies upon a flying rock, engraved with runes & bedecked with magickal instrumentation, ‘tis not a thing accessible to most mortals. So I shall not blithely recommend it for relaxation, though ‘tis by far the most relaxing activity e’er conceived, & ye are missing out, so badly.

But I do hope ye mind thy stresses, & find means of mellowtation. Whether reading, bathing, swimming, baking, howling at the Moon, writing, complex arithmetic scrawled upon the walls in blood, golf—whate’er thy form of relieving distress, I hope ye make use of it. We must not let the cacophony of the dying world destroy us, for we must yet deliver the new one unto the future.

So—tell! How do ye find a moment’s peace in these times, mortals? I would know thy strategemata! Please share them, by leaving a message ‘pon the web-site edition of this missive. ‘T may aid others to see them, as well.

Thank ye for reading! & we humbly thank that growing clan of mortals who can & do support our works here with coin! GRATIAS!

I shall write ye come Wednesday with news of our next episode! Til then: be safe, be well, & take it easy for a moment at least…

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Hoping He Spelt the No-Falling-Runes Correctly