In which I speculation on my past confusion about speculating about the vagueness of the future.
In which I move from reflecting on a taciturn villain to a verbose GM..
In which I reflect on unconscious bias towards what an “action” in an RPG might be, and what that made me feel about my failures.
In which I seem to be able to derive some conscious analysis from the very ether, thus producing some sort of zero-energy raving.
In which I express joy and befuddlement at the exchange of data and story.