It’s a strange time.
Like when everything slows down and becomes quiet.
Kind of like Christmas when you were a kid, or that hour before the bells at Hogmanay. Not the nice parts of it exactly — more that slow, inevitable feeling of:
this has to happen.
So it’s Wednesday night, nearly midnight, and we all know what that means.
We come together.
Through our TVs. Through the interweb. Through the medium of thought projection, if such things happen.
But the important bit is that we come together.
And afterwards we remember, we honour, and we put on a hell of a show.
So here’s to what’s next.
Here’s to what’s to come.
And for now, we end this simple.
THANK YOU PAC.
And then Moxley said the quiet part out loud.
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