🖋️ Letter from the Editor
As published in The Daily Tremor, Vol. XXXII*V
Dearest Gentle Reader,
Word reached us — by way of one of Lady Hilary F. Had-Enough’s soirees — where Prosecco flows and parlour maids whisper…
The Elusive Author was sighted again.
How did this rumour spark, you ask?
A naughty pillow-talk leak, perhaps?
Or a volatile Vespa paparazzo chase?
The story shifts with every retelling — as most stories do.
One detail is constant: she carried an artefact.
Not a diary.
Not a grimoire.
Not a brown paper bag of premium peanuts. Suspicious. Shelled. Unsalted.
No, dearest reader, this discovery is somewhat… stranger.
A cassette tape, of all things!
Meanwhile, across town, Percy, our resident Pop Parrot Wannabe, Avian Intelligence Operative and, more importantly, courier service for Karma — took to the stage on The Graham Cracker Show —no less!
An exaltation to Animotion, they thought. A novelty act.
The crowd laughed.
But the universe listened.
The message was clear: I ENGINEER.
The lyrics bent the air.
Every line a code, every chorus an incantation.
The very same incantation humming from the Land Rover they say our Elusive Author sped away in.
Reportedly, Vespas swarming in her wake, eager to be the first to know whether Lady Hilary’s scandalous predictions were indeed true.
And note, Gentle Reader, that Lady Hilary’s popularity soars with every such revelation — her soirees no longer mere diversions, but divinations.
Some claimed that at her soiree, Lady Hilary turned over a single card — The Magician.
Whether the gesture was real or rumoured hardly mattered.
What better way to engineer attention than with a symbol of will and spectacle, tools laid bare on velvet?
It was not prophecy but theatre: fame conjured in plain sight, rebellion rehearsed with a flourish.
She is, after all, the Oracle of our very own Daily Tremor.
One cannot help but observe:
If manufactured fame is the only currency society values, then the message is clear: let it be minted here!
Not to be another campaign for the neurodiverse, but a place for wit, for rebellion, for the sheer audacity of being seen.
Society does not acknowledge the neurodiverse, the FND ‘condition’, but it will worship the famous?
Then let it be the ticket we print, the stage we seize, the rebellion we ignite.
And so the signal spreads — in whispers, in headlines, IN THE PULSE OF THE INVISIBLE.
The feathers, the flashbulbs, the artefacts — all theatre, all necessary.
The incantations, however, remain entirely our own.
Welcome to the rebellion.
Welcome to the stage.
It’s time we start performing!
Until the next leak…
Yours in scandal, survival and strong-hold hairspray
— Editor-in-Chief
Department of Manufactured Fame For FND and all Neurospicy Friends (MFFFNF)
The Animotion original broadcast, to which Percy preened.
The HIGHLY revered source. Thank you.
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