Encountered the first search party looking for me. They had the gruz monsters with them – excellent search beasts they are. I had to go to great lengths to avoid capture – the searchers calling my name are expert Discoverists, two Full Professors among them – but I outwitted them at every turn. I really am quite pleased with myself.
Maybe I can start a cult of anti-social professors who break the Oath to Discover. I shall found the University of Hiderists… No! Concealerists! – our institutions will have unhallowed halls built of air and whispers, our robes the shadows, our chalkboards this wet sand – erased clean by every high tide.
Perhaps the only way to be great in Post-Discoverism is to be a great Mystery, a great Nuisance, a great Nothing – opening not like a book but like the sky, not full of knowledge but full of absence. Fame, one way or another, will be mine!