theGesturalist

From most everyone. It’s a past time of mine. It allows me to the freedom to participate in another passion of mine: writing novels for the drawer. I subsequently pack it neatly away in some dark, unfindable folder – title it something I’ll never remember, and then spend weeks looking for it in a few years.

What can I say? I am a man of routine and my kink is suffering for my art.

For some reason, however, as I thaw out from my most recent isolation bender, I found myself compelled to do something different. Mortality and one’s awareness can be blamed for this redirection 95% of the time according to a statistic I made up and there’s no reason to believe anything different is happening here. But the cause is of little interest to me so long as the outcome is the award-winning, redemptive, experimental, unprecedented text-based novel/philo-fictional/aphorismagasmic artwork destined to bring the average American back to the long-form, late-night, existentially depressed but at least-genuinely-human form I still believe we can conjure up if we allow ourselves to experience the gravity of art in the face of our bleak and dire circumstances.

Anyways – that’s coming – and it’s going to be partially interactive. In some ways this is the beginning of it, right here, right now (relatively speaking – time, you know).

You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.

You know what I’m talking about. Yes, you. You know, don’t you? YOU DO DON’T YOU?! Let’s do this then.