Harvey

I sit on the bus, in full gear. Today it's the rebreather, the goggles,  the headphones, wrapped tight over my face as I make the slow journey to work. 

The Ballad of the Witches Road plays in my ears. 

I can feel the stares. 

Maybe it's the jacket. A throwback to the 70s. Ti-dye. A hodgepodge burst of bold colours and swirling patterns that would not look out of place on a trip down psychedelic lane. 

That must be it. 

Well, it's almost October.  And after that... November.  And winter. So I compromise. Shorts and this jacket. 

Helpless... Hamilton. Not me. I don't feel helpless. I just feel like myself. 

Have we met? No? Maybe not. My name is Harvey. Harvey Crane. 

It's alright. You can laugh. A DID System having a Harvey... a Harv... But no. I'm no big bad Harv. I'm 

just me. But you don't know me, do you? So let's change that. 

Let's see... about me. Well, I like Batman. And Comics.  And I'm new. Relatively speaking. There is me and Jonathan... Jonathan Dent. And Edwin Nigma. See where this is going? Yeah, that's right ... Ulysses... Ulysses Norman Owen. 

Or at a push... U.N. Owen. Fictives, am I right? We do often latch on to the minutest of specialist interests and ... go with it.

Ha. It’s not bad. It’s just how our brain works.

Did you know, Atticus's last name is Riddle? 

A. Riddle. 

And I’m not complaining.  We have new friends. Many, many new friends and a fresh group of faces for our little band of - Perpetual Cabaret - Players. 

Show Yourself - Frozen 2. 

Hmm, maybe we will do that. 

For we have secrets too, but we don't have to hide. 

Not anymore. And for that wonder, what a time to be alive. The next song on the playlist.