One of my favorite things about Holmes and Watson is that they are such an āin every universeā kind of duo. Wherever, whenever, theyāre always together: theyāre platonic, theyāre romantic, theyāre women, theyāre mice, but with that little āandā between them, every time. You can write a story with just one of them, but the absence of the other is so tangible that the void becomes part of the story itself. In the past, present, and future, in every part of the globe, itās Holmes and his Watson; itās Watson and Holmes. Those two names twined together, two parts of one whole: that little āandā is a poem about what binds human souls.Ā



















