We can sit in a desk for hours.
Above all, that's our most defining feature.
Some of us will pour our lives onto paper, our hearts bleeding ink onto a page, even though we know we'll never be completely finished.
Some of us will flip on our webcams and rant insanely, casting our ideas into the sea of the internet and hoping we get a bite from a kindred spirit.
Some of us will phone our comrades, and pull them into a universe that will stick with them for the rest of their lives.
Some of us will stare blankly, appearing to all the world as imbeciles,
But we're not.
Because, while we stare
write
talk
communicate,
We all have one thing in common: we're thinking.
We can sit at a desk for hours, and our thoughts orbit in perpetual motion around our fictional sun.
Our universe.
Our home.
Our fandom may be insane, we may hold records for rambling, our friends may permanently detest us, some of the content may pain even the least experienced editor,
But at least we're not alone.
Because, every Saturday, we can sit on our coach without shame, because we know that when we hide behind our couches, billions more are hiding behind theirs. We can, at least for an hour a week, join together in the noble quest to lose ourselves in fiction. We can watch others explore and even save other worlds, and forget the horror of a world we have.
Then, we go our separate paths to write, blog, vlog, and speculate, but that feeling of unity will never leave us.
We are the whovians.
And this is our whoniverse.
And that's just the beginning.