Leaving Before The Rush

Sometimes I sit down and go blank.
My last post was a slightly surreal piece drawing parallels with the behaviours of social media, and I withdrew it from public view .
The post was called 'Anti-Social Media'.
The little post prior to that was about the recent passing of  Leonard Nimoy.
Maintaining interest in the fantastical, the logical direction of this post would be to mourn the passing of Terry Pratchett (Sir Terry, technically, but I'm sure he didn't stand on ceremony) - sadly taken from us following a lengthy battle with early onset Alzheimers disease.

He was a prolific writer, blessed with a wild and limitless imagination, which spanned some forty books of the Discworld, and thirty others .

My first experience of the Discworld was actually book number 33 in the series , 'Going Postal', with its parallels of snail mail versus the internet, or 'Clacks'.
 Beneath the hyperactive comedy, it contained an almost whimsical melancholy, bemoaning the loss of the old ways - and this was the essence of the man - the way that he could address so many simple truths in such seemingly oblique ways.
The entire construct of the Discworld is modelled on some slightly skewed vision of  London and New York, being almost but not quite , yet entirely true.
His body of work contains many words of wit and wisdom, and I can only recommend that you make his acquaintance.
Just start small - one book, perhaps. Nothing daunting.
Which one, you ask ?
Ahh - of course, a circle begins anywhere.

I am not going to detail his battle with early onset Alzheimers, as that is covered elsewhere in greater depth - suffice to say that with his great standing, he helped raise the profile of that vile 'embuggerance' as he called it, which hopefully helped many other sufferers.

His legacy of wondrous , humourous writings is global, and it means that his ongoing existence will be assured for a long time. Possibly longer.

The t- shirt Terry Pratchett wore to conventions

To quote (Good Omens, the nice and accurate prophecies of Agnes The Nutter):
Don't think of it as dying, said Death. Think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush.