6.17.2007

Peoples

Why, hello all of you Lobolians



Perhaps you have missed me, perhaps you haven't noticed, but I am back again. People always have things to do, places to go, in both this world and the virtual world. That is the defining feature of our time, that with a single bit of will and a small dose of creation we can become anything else and nobody knows the difference. Just yesterday I met in person somebody I've only known over a website. He wasn't the way I imagined him looking, if i even imagined him looking like anything. He was always his country and his country's flag, nothing else. No doubt he closely associated me with Lobolia's wolf flag, and the name Lobolia. That is the height of amusement, and also rather poignant. If I hadn't gone to my friend's party yesterday, that wouldn't have happened, ever. Rather amusing, wouldn't you say?





So as you read this, (There is a point to my actually speaking to you as myself, not the Roman Wolf) remember something for me. Remember that there is a person behind every person you ever meet. There is a person behind the face at the check-out counter, the local hamburger pigoout joint, the annoying car that just won't drive ten miles over the speed limit.



Thank you

Lobolius, The Roman Wolf

My photo
Long ago a wolf did howl in the day, as a river flowed and the ocean called. But the wolf lay down by another shore, and then became a tree.