The Seekers

Anything, that is, except a giant green wormhole.

—Ben Travers, IndieWire, May 22, 2026

Is there a land beyond despair?

They asked, who there had fled.

I wrote an answer with a trembling hand:

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

The rules have ever been unfair.

The plot if any's underhand.

Why not expect, just take as read,

The gormless message of the dead—

The hapless hosts who went before?

They, too, once trembled at the door

And in invisible ink

Left notes as to how not to think,

But how to empty out a brain

That’s always seeking to explain!

Thursday, June 11, 2026