On Fog

I feel as though I live in an accursed moor. Fog lays across the land like a festering malignancy. Spectral hounds bay at the moon. Death stalks the night.

I am tired of fog. Tired, tired, tired of fog.

I get up in the morning, and it’s foggy. I drive to work, and it’s foggy. I work all day, and the world is murky. I drive home at night, and it’s still foggy.

It’s bad when you can’t see the building where you work from a block away. It’s bad when you can’t see the neon-lighted Mr. Boh atop Natty Boh Towers. It’s bad when you stand a block away from a skyscraper, and despite knowing that it’s there in the mist there’s not a sign of it at all.

In the fall I thought I’d up and moved to Seattle. Now I think I’m in the Scottish Highlands.


Published by Allyn

A writer, editor, journalist, sometimes coder, occasional historian, and all-around scholar, Allyn Gibson is the writer for Diamond Comic Distributors' monthly PREVIEWS catalog, used by comic book shops and throughout the comics industry, and the editor for its monthly order forms. In his over ten years in the industry, Allyn has interviewed comics creators and pop culture celebrities, covered conventions, analyzed industry revenue trends, and written copy for comics, toys, and other pop culture merchandise. Allyn is also known for his short fiction (including the Star Trek story "Make-Believe,"the Doctor Who short story "The Spindle of Necessity," and the ReDeus story "The Ginger Kid"). Allyn has been blogging regularly with WordPress since 2004.

One thought on “On Fog

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.