Been messing around with “categories” in order to “get this show on the road”, as it were, although this show is not “on the road” so much as it is “on the internet” which I guess is a sort of road, that is, if one is to consider “the information superhighway” a road.
Fragments, that is–scattered remnants of the orb-that-was, dashed to pieces by a known hand, sparkling amongst the rocks and dirt, each one a story–have been recategorised as stories as that’s what they are.
Housekeeping has been rebranded Backstage, because that’s frankly what it’s like back here beyond the veil/beyond the red curtains. There’s props, there’s lights, there’s characters half-out of costume (which also means they’re half-in costume), there’s pulleys and ropes and me, running frantically, delivering coffee (to myself).
I have also rebranded Films as Moving Images, because a GIF is not a film (there is intended no absolutism in this statement) and unhidden the category called Sounds, which I hope to expand on considerably in the coming months.
I have refreshed my About page. Ironically you can probably learn more about me by reading virtually any other page on this website, but if you want to follow me on social media there are links in there.
That is all for now. I ask all visitors to bear in mind that just because the band has not yet made it to the stage does not mean there is no band. I am, as always, working backstage to create things… somethings… something.
In this world of scrolling newsfeeds and push notifications, of rapid-fire information and sensory overload, I intend this place to be exactly what it is–a reminder of something simpler, a quietude-containing-a-dynamism.
When, many years ago, I was the proprietor of an establishment known as The Shrine of Insanity I would sometimes refer to it as an internet backwater, or a “secret swamp”. Herein is perhaps the grandest reveal of all–this is the Shrine of Insanity. Just as a preschool is demolished and replaced by a dry-cleaner, but the longitude and latitude remain the same.
If you’re here, then you are not lost. In fact, you are found. And this is no swamp, but an oasis.
Light sparkles on the water.