Jesus, this weekend has been a barely comprehensible blur. I remember waking up and immediately thinking “Tuesday? The fuck?” I can remember the post 70’s movie ‘Where the Buffalo Roam’ played over and over, and little else. Thus this biting urge to write has no basis in physical reality that I can pinpoint. An idea more concrete than the usual concentrated thousand word toxin slurry can easily sum up, no this idea has real purpose, and no essay medium will do, nothing less than full book length is required. Passages roiling turbulently focused on the indescribable something that’s been missing since the tail end of the 90’s. Exhaustive research is paramount.
I suspect that this book will be of interest to those of the new faceless generation, what others will make of it I can’t guess. No time like the present to begin. The creation of this blog was no mere coincidence, thus it will serve as a basis of comparison for the novel. Currently I’m dubbing the idea Themes and Theatrics, reminiscence itself.
On this historic day, I feel the need to end with something epic, and yet