Introductory Page
Think of a big dark room, only dimly lit by a pair of cheap candles. There is one window by the east side, a sparse ray of the evening sun beamed at its opposing wall. The floor is full of pages, some ripped out, some still inside their respective notebook. It’s a vile, brutal mess, you might as well look at a mutilated long-dead corpse, organs splattered around the once white curtains. You may now enter this glorified ensemble of my brain’s synapses. Take a seat, sit down, think about who I am to you, who you are to yourself, who we all are to this great and violent universal law.
In other, less confusing words… This is our new webpage. I’m saying it’s ours because it technically is, or will be, by the end of the year. Look around the room I told you about. Do you notice something? The ripped out pages are empty. They are yet to be written. How? By separation, individuality, Avant-Garde par excellence; to follow one's own path to death, by doing your own thing, dynamic change. Be in the constant process of change. Never stay constant. Be interested in everything and committed to nothing. Kiss your friends, make out with a total stranger, drink a comatose amount of alcohol and get into a bare-fist fight with a tourist, then write it all down. In fact, write everything down. Steal the experiences of the world. Because this room isn’t just mine, it’s yours too, it’s ours, it’s the antechamber of thieves like us. And more specifically, it’s a collection of unread, unpublished, unwritten, unloved letters. Those letters, much like the pages on the room’s floor, haven’t been written yet (or maybe they have) and they must first be constructed improperly before they can be put on the room’s floor. If you got something, send it to me, given that you know who I am. I will then publish it for everyone else to see.
NOTAR