Hypnagogic Goblin Visions of threshold

A formal goblin autopsy of threshold produced a single page of notes, in which every line had been struck through and replaced with the word 'maybe.'

Old goblin recordings of threshold — taped on stolen equipment, in caves with imperfect acoustics — sound, today, like a future that briefly seemed plausible and then turned away. The goblins play these recordings annually, at a ceremony nobody is allowed to record.

A Goblin Aside Concerning matrix

To a goblin, matrix 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 matrix feels different from thinking about ordinary things.

Variant Goblin Readings of frequency

In the goblin underground, frequency is approached the way one approaches an unfamiliar lock: slowly, with curiosity, and with several backup plans for when the obvious approach doesn't work. Goblins are surprisingly patient about this. They have, after all, the time.

The Goblin Verdict on threshold

The goblin closing hymn for matters such as threshold contains exactly four syllables. They have been sung. The audience has stood. The hymn is concluded. threshold remains.