The End of YDG?

There is little doubt that the Catman is a fascinating individual. His unique point of view, tinged with an unhealthy but comedic combination of banality, sorrow, self-loathing and self-absorption, has kept YDG's thirty-or-so readers entertained for weeks now. However, when din has finally been prepared, and the Catman lies at rest, safely removed of the relentless fatigue that will greet him in the morning; when he's finally learned that he's capable of loving himself (not like that, although sometimes like that) and that he can be loved - what is left?

Over the past few months, we've stared into the soul of this great cat-beast and been moved by the images we've seen - for in the end, the reflection we see is only of ourselves.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne ceaselessly into the past.

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