A Tomb about Nothing

Unexpected yet foreseen, I find myself back among the the cold lights of Hollywood—& I mislike what I find. I spend an evening stepping down the Walk of Fame in a secret order, from star to star, spelling out the names of forgotten gods. A hidden stair reveals itself, down beneath the gutters of the Boulevard, winding up along the heartless mansions of the Hills. Treasure, I am told, hides here in a temple—but I find no temple! Instead a tomb, the Tomb About Nothing.

Loathsome leather wings flit about me, eeking & squeaking, chittering about “political correctness,” & repeating bat-gags to one another that were ancient even 100 years ago. Pop-Tarts™ boxes lay strewn about; but how could litter be here, in this hidden place? The answer bumps into me, & mumbles an apology: a studio exec! Draped in Gucci rags, like some wretched Rodeo Drive mummy, he shambles about the place, pausing to kneel before the Pop-Tarts™.

I wind up a spell, ready to obliterate this undead menace—when I notice more gathering! One after another, these wealthy wights arrive bearing more trash: overpriced shoes, obsolete devices, bags of chemical snack flavor powder. This vain crypt, this Tomb of Nothing, it seems is a temple after all. The powerful worship nothing, & wish nothing to be said. They spend millions making nothing, hiring people with nothing to say. The ultimate Nihilism, here in the Heart of Hollywood. No treasure here tonight—could there ever be, again? Is there room for adventurers, to dare something new? Perhaps, if the tomb could be sealed…then, yadda yadda yadda, art could thrive again.

I hope this Monday missive finds ye well, mortals! & I hope it reaches ye in time to prevent ye from subjecting thyselves to the torture of the latest “Product Biopic,” by the empty-souled creep Jerry Seinfeld. If not, may this art push those dark memories from thy mind, & may ye know peace again…

Thank ye to all who read, who share our magicks with friends, & thank ye to those who can & do support our works with $5 monthly! Together, we can seal up the miserable tomb, & continue making something. I shall write ye again come Wednesday with news of our upcoming episode! In the meantime, be safe, be well, & be wary next time ye tread the Walk of Fame…

Cheers,
Amoenus Franco
Wizard, Writer, George