Summer is arrived with a wave of brain addling heat –and so I will keep this post necessarily brief. Brief and necessary, compelled by unknown mechanisms. Truly, I find myself pestered both passively and aggressively into continuing my reports on the ficto-quizzical agents of the Weird Fiction milieu. So I’ll dredge up some tidbits now on the creature known as This Owl.
This Owl is purported to be omniscient, panopticonscious, densely networked and, at times, creepy as all hell. Rarely materialized into “humanoid” form at Weird Fiction event-scenes, yet always quick with reviews and anecdotes of any particular evening’s occurrences. Some audiences have reported hearing a faint fluttering of wings, incessant ringing of phones and other anomalous sounds.
While shy of a confirmed link, or two, there is reason enough to consider the “Mothman,” or “Bird man” as an adjunct operative. Zoological authorities will always laugh off any cryptid by pointing to a commonplace look-a-like. In presence of Mothmania circa 1966 and various points onwards, many experts have cited the barn owl to quell anxious denizens of the West Virginian countryside. Truly, the colossal corpus and red glaring eyes don’t compute with typical taxonomies of owls but the point here is not merely Fortean formulations on intermediacy. Owls, especially the species inhabiting info-ecosystems, are most curious and perhaps paranormal creatures, to be wary of…period!
Visual associations aside, This Owl, like the Mothman (and so many other monstrous creatures) is also a sort of portent or omen of impending crises. Alas, as noted, the heat is close at hand and my Metaphortean diagostics are greatly incapacitated presently. I will have to end here, taking cover in shadier climes for a spell.


