I am enveloped by a strange quiet. It is 3am and much too late to write. But I find myself strangely drawn to the old powerbook, and onto the Neocrats. I have perused some old postings, from long before I joined these ignoble ranks. Fantastic controversy, debate and reflection, it seems, were once just a day at the office for the Neocrats - yet these have sadly slipped through the cybercracks in recent months. Where to exactly? Facebook? Paper? Dimentia from time’s scythe? Have the Neocrats and co., against all odds, lost their muse and slipped into a stupor of creative lethargy, lethargy of conversation, of discussion? Or have they focussed their energy on bigger and greater things? If so, I want to read your novels and essays. And wither the friends? The likes of the Humble and oft Humane Owl, Sanisha and other subjects of this Neocracy are missed. I know that in my life I have experienced a quiet before the storm. Whether that storm be thunderous with roars of cyclonic winds and terrential rains, or one of those ‘partly cloudy days with light drizzle’ that forecasters vaguely predict, remains to be seen. Certainly some trough is troughing and some high pressure system is shifting.

Friends, where does your trough lie? Shall we discuss our commitment?

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