The Changeling

I'm not here. There is no I. I am not the 'hound; I am of the 'hound. I am Jack's surrogate baying.

This is not a post.

This is the placeholder telling you that the 'hound will post, that he can post, that he's still capable of posting. This is the scarecrow; it holds the murder of crows at bay until the 'hound can again prowl the fields.

Or it's not. I wouldn't know, because I'm not so much here.

I am Jack's bleating ennui. I am Jack's overstuffed schedule. I am Jack's seething anomie.

Jack is tired and incoherent. He'll be back if he ever again decides that he has something worth sharing.

/wail.