Among the likes of Rico and Aces and I there is a saying: when someone leaves a gathering unnoticed, they Do the Phantom. Until now I've been one to Do the Big Finale: waving teary goodbyes, promising to write, giving small trinkets of my affection, etc. etc.
But no more. This time, I'm doing the Phantom.
An almost unnoticeable retraction of sentiment here. A no-show there. A general letting of ships sail everywhere. It all adds up, people. It adds up to the Phantom.
I wish I was as elusive and subtle as the Phantom. I frequently wish I could disappear at will—who doesn't?—and I don't mind either purple or masks. If I could save the day, believe me, I would. But I'm not elusive or subtle or a day-saver. What I am, is instead beginning the necessary preparations for my reconstitution elsewhere.
If it all sounds a bit dramatic, don't worry. What you see here is merely enthusiasm for trying a different approach this time: an enthusiasm for doing the Phantom.
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