I didn’t really finish explaining what Hitherby Dragons is, so let me pause things there and talk about “shows.”
Have you ever had one of those days, when your chest bursts open and an alien flies out, only instead of an evil parasitic alien, it’s actually an aromatherapy alien? And so you grab two armfuls of alien and inhale deeply and go, “Ahhhhh?”
They’re sort of like that.
Jane and Martin do things in the chaos. And . . . well. It creates worlds, or ideas, or truths—or something.
It’s not always what they expect, exactly, any more than the aliens are.
You might get a sweet vanilla alien or the soft smell of violets. You might feel fulfilled, like your whole life was a vehicle for the alien’s emergence, or you might feel empty like you never really existed and the world was an illusion all along.
There’s a moral there but I’ll let Jane tell it. Watch the show!