Out of the blue. Thought I was sick. Thought it was over. But they found a vaccine. Just wrapping things up. Of course, the books, as challenging as they were to finish, are finished. Loose ends like the Weber Warehouse on SoundCloud and The Rich Experience on Spotify needed final touches. Retirement is on the horizon. Just journals and looking over a foreign newspaper as I retire. There won’t be more books or new productions.
A Technossance, something beautiful, but the technological age has even come crashing down for me, causing a dark era to look forward to. Somebody hacked my Instagram, and both Facebook and Instagram are non-functional. I lost a lot of pages and work, but it’s just social media, yet still hoping to recover.
I’m not a business. Recovering social media work after an account has been hacked can be incredibly difficult and frustrating. Years of posts, photos, videos, followers, messages, and other creative work can suddenly become inaccessible. It can feel like watching a huge part of your digital history disappear, and rebuilding it for me at this stage in my life is impossible. However, I’m taking necessary steps to get back my social media work.
But I still have my novel and two online books, enough to last a lifetime.
I looked back on a recent journal, and picked out some favourite tracks.
Top 5 Songs:
- “Wanted Man” by Ratt ‧ 1984.
- “A Bar Song (Tipsy)” by Shaboozey ‧ 2024.
- “Heartbreaker” by Led Zeppelin ‧ 1969.
- “Born Under A Bad Sign” by Albert King ‧ 1967.
- “Dive” by Nirvana ‧ 1992.
I’ve always known a lot about Nirvana, jotted down some old stories, but I realized I didn’t know everything. So I went back and studied them even more in-depth, digging into their music, history, influences, and sound. The more I learned, the more I came to appreciate just how heavy they could be, and I even discovered that Nirvana is heavy metal. There’s always something new to learn, even about a band you think you already know inside and out.
But did you hear about the man? The man with the old computer for a head lived quietly among everyone else. His body was completely normal — two arms, two legs, a beating heart and feet that carried him anywhere — but where his head should have been sat a computer from another age.
He couldn’t eat ordinary food. Bread, soup, apples, and steak did nothing for him. His only nourishment came from old computer discs, which he ate one at a time, carefully crunching them like crackers.
His favourite thing to do was play video games on his own head. He could boot up an ancient game simply by thinking about it, and the screen would glow brightly while he battled monsters, raced cars, and explored strange digital worlds. Sometimes he plugged in an old keyboard and used it with his hands, but he knew it was unnecessary.
But nobody cared that he had a computer for a head.
Random Journal 
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