At all times, there is always the possibility that something will be lost. I feel this every time I hear a riddle I’ve never heard before, and it sounds like a vague new language rolling on the ageing lips of an ancient person. Not to mention our cherished folk tales and stories and histories. Some of which shall be lost forever once the grand libraries that hold them begin to breath their last.
I’m going to do something about this: A critical repository for posterity.
The Stray Bulletin 