My father, beast of a man though he was, was never short of credits as I got a little older. I remember the day he came home with our first television set. It was a marvellous thing. Second hand, from one of the shops in the backstreets of Agora. He brought it home, set it down, and I remember being enthralled with what unravelled in front of my eyes.

It was almost like magic.

I don’t remember the name, but I remember there was this one show that was on every day. I watched it until my eyes turned square, and I knew every line of every episode back to front. I was obsessed. It was all I watched, all I thought about, all I cared about.

Then one day the show ended. There were no more episodes to show, even the replays stopped. Everything that I thought I knew stopped along with it. For a little while I stayed away from the TV, not quite sure how things would go when I turned it back on again. But I did. And I found a new channel, with a different kind of show on it. I tried to move on from what I’d been tied to for so long, but it was difficult.

When you looked closely, you could still see the logo for that old show in the bottom right corner, where it had been for every episode. 

Screenburn. Ghosting.

A daily reminder of what I used to be.

But you’d know all about that wouldn’t you Ezra?

Your life was just like that show. You knew every part top to bottom, and it consumed you. Ferrying was all you knew, all you thought about, all you cared about. Tombstone was the number one rated show in your life!

And then Gravedigger cancelled it. Pulled the plug on the Tombstone studio. You were off screen for a little while until you came back as the man that stands before us now. Ezra. No longer the Tombstone you once were. I can see that you have tried to move on, like I did, but when you turned the screen back on Tombstone was imprinted on you like that old logo.

Screenburn.

Ghosting.

I guess you really are a ghost of the man you used to be, trying so hard to bring back the glory days.

But nobody wants a sequel, Ezra, the new show is in town. Step aside Tombstone, because Valkyrie is on the air, and it’s a hit with all the target demographics.

And you? You’re just a logo etched into the corner of all the old TV sets long abandoned by Arcadia. You’re just a vaguely recalled quote reminisced about one Sunday afternoon. You’re a question on a quiz show that nobody gets right.

To shed that screenburn you have to let go of everything you once were. Find something new, exciting, DYNAMIC.

Something that is never, ever, the same. I know JUST the place!

Welcome to the freakshow! Let us show you the Way!