Hey there! Tuesday’s gone. It’s Wednesday, March 18th, 2026. Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day, and the Brewington Beer was flowing like a river. I was always told to write for myself. So, that’s what I did. But I’m not keeping it to myself; I’m sharing that The Great Beyond is my last book, finished yesterday after many years.
Still can’t believe Daniel Blowden is gone. He’s really gone. I wanted to portray Daniel Blowden again, revisiting his story and presence in my work. But then I realized it was important to show respect for someone who passed away so tragically. I feel a sense of regret about it, but I’m retired now and only write the occasional journal.
I read the Harlem Herald article about Daniel and felt bad.
I’ve been listening to the library of audio streams from the Technossance Magazine. They’re great to download and absolutely free. I listened to Transmission #1 and #2 from LUCKY 108.9 and it’s great. I’m wearing my Oswald hat. I’ve also been wearing my WRICH hat and listening to WRICH Radio because it’s got a lot of good stuff. The equalizer has to be just right.
If you’re planning a trip to go back to Club Surprise, it’s gotta be just right.
Today’s favourite songs are taken from my vinyl collection. I went into the closet and picked out some great stuff.
Top 5 Songs for March 18th, 2026:
- “Start Me Up” by The Rolling Stones ‧ 1981.
- “The Adults Are Talking” by The Strokes ‧ 2020.
- “The Oaf” by Big Wreck ‧ 1997.
- “Bottle of Red Wine” by Eric Clapton ‧ 1970.
- “The Wind Cries Mary” by Jimi Hendrix ‧ 1967.
Nine to the Universe is a posthumous compilation album by American guitarist Jimi Hendrix. It was released in 1980, but the record isn’t in my collection. Most of his best songs can be found on his debut album.
I used my train mug today, and I thought. The worm had always watched the butterfly with a kind of quiet envy. It admired the colours, the freedom, the effortless way it floated above everything that crawled and struggled below. So one day, driven by something it didn’t fully understand, the worm did the unthinkable — it consumed the butterfly whole.
At first, nothing happened. The worm lay still, uncertain if it had made a terrible mistake or fulfilled some strange instinct buried deep inside it. Then came the change. Its body tightened, twisted, and began to reshape itself, as if the butterfly had left behind more than just wings.
When the transformation ended, the worm was gone. In its place stood a small, red creature with black spots — a ladybug, steady and quiet, clinging to a leaf. It looked nothing like the butterfly, and yet, in some distant, unexplainable way, it carried something of it forward.
The ladybug opened its wings, hesitated, and then vanished.
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