Of late, Idaho—and indeed much of the wider world—has experienced such an unprecedented surplus of news, that to single out any one event for particular scrutiny would seem not simply disingenuous, but positively unethical. Not wishing to misrepresent this peculiar malaise, and anyhow burdened by the upholding of outdated but well-intentioned journalistic standards—"even the smallest deviation from rigeur steers its author interminably towards incomprehensible solipsism"—Idaho Times vows thusly to report upon no specific event, for as long as doing so falls short—properly and phenomenologically—as an account of "news".
In any case, amid the cacophony of innumerable, unfolding stories, reporting coherently on even one isolated incident has proven effectively impossible, no matter how motivated the reporter. Therefore, Idaho Times finds itself cast in the unenviable role of a character doomed to failure from the play's beginning, compelled to try and try again to their chagrin and to the audience's presumed delight. One day, when the lights go up and everyone has long left the theater, stumbled half-drunkenly home, we will ask ourselves, "was it worth it?".