2022-11-10 20:44:32 ¶ ●

“The eye is fond of you”…

What a horrible thing to find out. Martin Blackwood, a man who spent his whole life trying to be good enough, trying to be worthy of appreciation, is beloved by a force of voyeuristic terror.

It feels good, right? To be appreciated. Even if it’s by something that would eat you up whole for a sliver of fear. To be appreciated by something that’s killing the world-it’s special, and gut wrenchingly awful.

To find out that in your pursuit of an honest life you’ve become something that something so evil could be fond of, could want to keep around; that’s a shock, and to find out that your very existence in its favour is supporting the torture and inprisonment of innocent people? Also not great.

Martin, someone so sweet, so committed to his partner, fighting to save the world, to help people as he always tried to do, ended up admired by the Web, a key follower of the lonely, and under the fondness of the eye.

Is all this worthy punishment for seeking out an honest life through the path of deception?