081413 #worm They walk south, inexorably away from all the glorious lights of the city. South toward the black knife of the fabulous river. South toward the dungeon-dark of the wolfen woods. South toward the ridiculous unknown. Let us wish them well; let us wish them all the best, whatever that may prove to be; if not for their sakes then for ours: we who lust for movement and find it elusive.