I don’t know what is his affiliation, truly, to the University of What It Is. Perhaps I will never know, but I can know about the taste of food he has made me, or the feeling of his hand in mine, or the absence of his hand not in mine. I can feel the distance between us, and I can know that that distance, viewed properly, is no distance at
But still, I think I’ll keep Dr. Kayali’s card handy, just in case I ever need her, or what she knows. And that time may come. Certainly so many other times I never even thought possible have come before it.
Stay tuned next for a loss of words, an absence of silence, some noise. Some noise. And then, perhaps…and then, perhaps…meaning.
Goodnight, Night Vale. Goodnight.
Today’s proverb: Language will evolve, irregardless of your attempt to literally lock it away in a secluded tower. Obvs.
Welcome to Night Vale – Ep.55 “The University of What It Is”