One of my favorite things about Holmes and Watson is that they are such an âin every universeâ kind of duo. Wherever, whenever, theyâre always together: theyâre platonic, theyâre romantic, theyâre women, theyâre mice, but with that little âandâ 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, itâs Holmes and his Watson; itâs Watson and Holmes. Those two names twined together, two parts of one whole: that little âandâ is a poem about what binds human souls.Â
























