Jack In

Begin with a dead line and the droning tritone bleat of a dial tone. Cut to the squeal and crackle of data-packets over fiber-lines. Fragmented bursts of information, ones and zeroes, resolve into code. Language.

STATUS: NORMAL
ALL SYSTEMS OPTIMAL

A soft pop as a switch flicks and a circuit closes: the sudden 60Hz hum of a live mic, then vox humana:

Welcome back. Welcome to the Heart of Empire.

Communications have been restored here at the all-new House of Fear—have been for some weeks now—but I’ve been too intimidated by the scale of our recent changes to even think of writing.

Am just starting now to get an idea (albeit a piecemeal, kaleidoscopic one) of my life’s new shape: entries over the next few days will begin to map out relevant impressions of that life. Fragmented bursts of information resolve into language. Into pictures. Into categorizable experience.

I am now available for contact at the new address in the sidebar.

I’ll be in touch.