Well now… let me see. In short pieces like this, one rarely has the space necessary to carry two threads of interest successfully. I don’t know whether this piece is about you or about Ficly: it seems to vacillate between the two. You might have done better to focus on one and cover the other in a sequel. Spelling, grammar, whimsical punctuation and paragraphization (if I may coin such a word) aside, … oh, fuck it. It was a pleasure, Drake. Hope we cross paths again.

Like much of the literary canon, I suspect Ficly’s value will only be properly understood long after it is but dust and echoes.

Pleasure was mine, Drake. Never stop writing.