Days spent looking for details. He didn’t know why he spent days looking for details, but he knew he had to. It was a strange force, driving him to those sometimes frantically busy, and sometimes deathly quite streets. Looking for signs. Sometimes he found signs, and sometimes he only found a gust of wind.

Alone with everybody

I hold this letter in my hand
A plea, a petition, a kind of prayer
I hope it does as I have planned
Losing her again is more than I can bear
I kiss the cold, white envelope
I press my lips against her name
Two hundred words. We live in hope
The sky hangs heavy with rain

– Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

It’s been a bad run, I’ve had a bad run. But, all this will change soon though. I can feel that wave coming, soon it will be what it is, simply a bad run. Project ‘Nowhereville’ will take to the road, and through it’s intended search of lost memories new beginnings will be made, new directions will be found. All that remains is  17 days, and if you would like to add some much needed & much appreciated fuel to the tank, please do so, as I desperately need some assistance in order to make this search possible.

Right, so let’s do this thing, let’s go out and see what we can find, let’s go out and remember…