Hobbies take place in the cellar and smell of airplane glue.
I think John knew. . . things.
“…I saw the infernal Thing blocking my path in the twilight. The dead travel fast, and by short cuts unknown to ordinary coolies. I laughed aloud a second time, and checked my laughter suddenly, for I was afraid I was going mad.”
— Rudyard Kipling, The Phantom Rickshaw
In which and where at, we find an end to this post.