December '22 Edition: Where are you Hiding?

Where are you hiding?

It’s an involuntary game of hide and seek, and we are all players in this game. Tell me, my dearest reader, are you the seeker or the sought? Perhaps you are neither - not all who hide are sought, and not all who seek, search for the hidden. Indeed, it’s the twelve days of Christmas. The game has commenced. If you’re a seeker, turn around — you don’t need a head-start. But for the rest of you, what are you hiding from? Do you wish to be found? O inglorious league! Shall we, upon the footing of our land, send fair-play orders, and make compromise, insinuation, parley, and base truce to arms invasive? Intriguing foul play. There’s a twist to this game. Hiding spots are limited. Where are you hiding? Or rather, are you hiding at all? Safely hidden is not all bad, but barely hidden would be miserable. Where do the lonely hide at Christmas? Or are they forced in medias res?

Fair is foul, foul is fair. There might be a hider in us all. Maybe the seekers who are still reading are secretly hiding — imposters, are you? But who am I to judge? It’s a very modernist trope - you’d drink to forget and dance your sorrows away. Maybe I shouldn’t have called you out - did I reveal your hiding spot? But perhaps you shouldn’t hide there. Christmas parties are brutal.