Paper Street Diaries is my creative home. In this space, I’m slowly carving out my identity as a writer; as a poet, as a satirist, and as a journalist. As I get more familiar with this space-rock we’re on, I’m inescapably compelled to try to make sense of it. Doomed to try, perhaps, because it seems that for every insight gleaned, a hundred questions arise.
As acclaimed author and serial shit-stirrer Ken Kesey suggested:
“The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer. They think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.”
This blog is a celebration of mystery, of weirdness, of wanderlust: conveyed through the many-headed-beast that is the written word. Here I explore the comically distorted lens that comprises me – a somewhat intelligent primate on a very strange planet during a very strange time.
To the freaks and misfits who populate the glorious fringe whereat Weirdness resides: I hope you find a home somewhere in this little corner of digitized space-time.
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