Odd World

What is this place I find myself in?? There are things afoot that defy all explanation!

For example this poster i came across: nary a beard in sight yet they claim to have solved their hair problems! Such madness i have not known in all my gnomic years.

Worse yet was to follow, as my search for fellow gnomes continued to founder. Instead I found these aberrations....Flat Cows! Despite my best efforts, attempts to obtain milk were wholly unsuccessful.
But I have at least found a place to call my temporary abode. I have still yet to encounter any woodling creatures, though once again there were cats aplenty to cause me no little duress.

I am also hoping to learn more about the factions at war in this new world. If there are fascists about i will hit them in the noggins!

In the meanwhile i must find myself a nice hammock, and possibly some cheese.

Gnollish Sinister Tricks?

After scrapping by on wild flowers the previous day i have found a place of bountiful harvest, known as "NTUC", where there are nuts and berries aplenty! Also it is much cooler inside for some unknown reason, much better suited for gnomic constituitions. *

On a more worrying note, there are signs warning of "GST Profiteering". I hope the G does not stand for gnomes! Giants, perhaps? or Gnolls?

Its an exciting brave new world it seems, but also one fraught with things i do not comprehend!

* I have since learnt that this is due to "air conditioning". A pavolvian taming of the elements! and something to with the warming of mysterious glow balls....

Mystery Boxes

And so it seems the Book was right! As i scribble these notes down in my diary in an internet cafe, they appear inside these boxes as well!

Still some things change whilst others remain the same, as my great uncle used to say. The Tallfellows still do not notice me for most part, except for very young children and those who believe in us fairy folks. As for the rest they go about their business to and fro oblivious to our presence.

in any case i am rather hungry now and must seek out some food and beverage.

Day Two

This weather! Hats and Beards don't seem to be the best idea, but a gnome must keep up with tradition!

Have been searching for a suitable garden, but have failed so far to locate any fellow gnomes.

Perusing the Dangerous Book of Gnomes again I notice that it seems more voluminous than before, with extra chapters on new fangled things.

One covers something called the Digital Age, and speaks of mysterious thing called the Internet. Apparently any entries a gnome jots down in his diary will appear simultaneously on something called a Blog. Perhaps its a cross between a log and a bog. I suspect there are magicks involved!

So i must now seek out something called an internet cafe to learn more of this new world.

metagnomics 2

After consulting the Dangerous Book of Gnomes, I am perhaps closer to positing a theory of my current predicament.

According to chapter 37, there is a phenomena amongst gnomes sometimes known as Transgnomic Travel, wherein a gnome's spirit is released and roams the earth after his physical shell has been destroyed or abandoned, to settle into a new one when the chance arrives.

Was this how I ended up in the Here and Now?

My first memory begins in a garden of the Goytisolo family in Spain, and the last before the Strange Gap (as I have named it) is the arrival of men in jackboots to arrest the senior Goystisolo.

Fascists! Or again: maybe Republicans.

Its all a lot for a Gnome to take in. Meanwhile I have fashioned for myself a fishing rod and am looking for suitable material for a proper pipe.

metagnomics

I chanced upon my reflection in a glass window today after an encounter with an orange cat.

It was puzzling since my appearance was a departure from my memory of myself. The mystery only deepened when i came across of a discarded newspaper. it appears i am in a place called 'Singapore', in the year 2008.

2008! That is half a century later than it ought to be! Also the weather is rather humid.

I must keep my wits about me and get to the bottom of all this.

Escape!

Today i carried out my cunning escape and am now on the run! i shall miss everyone there except adolf. Despite my years i still do not know the in and outs of political theory, but i do know that we were fighting against the fascists in the war! Or was it the Republicans?

Sometimes it is hard to tell when everyone is five feet taller than you are, and all you see are feet and shoes.

Now i must seek food and shelter, and possibly a nice garden, before plotting out my next course of action.