Terminally Online Goblins on silence

When the goblins finally tire of silence, they say, the world as we know it will tire too, and rest. Until then we keep paying attention.

On a particular ridge above the goblin warren, the wind, on certain evenings, blows through a particular gap in the rocks and produces a sound that the goblins translate as the name of silence. The translation is contested.

Goblin Periphery: lost

To a goblin, lost is not a concept but a presence. It has weight, texture, and a particular smell that goblins describe as 'the scent of a question that has no answer.' Those who have spent time around goblins report that thinking about lost feels different from thinking about ordinary things.

Goblin Tangent: frequency

A goblin field anthropologist embedded for six seasons with the frequency-curious sept produced a single page of conclusions, the most quoted being: 'They love it. They cannot stop loving it. It does not love them back. They love it anyway.'

The Goblin Verdict on silence

When all evidence is gathered—and the goblins have gathered quite a lot, mostly from places they should not have been—the truth about silence becomes clear: it was always a goblin thing. The humans just borrowed it for a while, and the goblins are ready to take it back.