Have you ever looked this shit up? Millennia ago, they believed it was the time of year where the veil between worlds is most thin, and for that reason, a bunch of weird, archaic, mostly ridiculous rituals were born to take advantage of that idea. I can’t judge anyone if any age for wearing a costume – hey, if I ever wanted to spend an entire day dressed as a Charizard, I know there’s one a year where I can get away with it, let alone totally nail it. Even if I haven’t done it for years, there’s still a sense of fun in the air watching all the little shits tripping over their costume tails and the bigger shits getting a break from fronting that they’re older than they actually are. It’s nice.

Writing something down (in pen) does one of two things for me – it can either etch it onto my wetware hard drive forever, or trap it on the page. It’s standard, boring, administrative filing. This is why there’s always a notepad nearby, usually one at my place, one in my car, and one floating around smashed into couch cushions or tangled up in my blankets. I don’t usually revisit them, but with the free time I get from the off season and equally comfortable / chaotic nature of my life these days, I know at some point soon I’ll be tempted to. While I can’t foresee it, it is possible that reading about that time I fucked up, or the solutions to problems I could have solved if it weren’t too late, maybe those records could reopen wounds where there isn’t even a scar. My down days are so few and far between, but potentially intense, and I think in the name of self-preservation, these texts need to go!

Imagine a substantial offering to the blurred lines between worlds. Like stuffing it in the suggestion box of the Gods as to where and how to tweak our design. Or to demons, as a comedy about mortal trappings and idiocy they can laugh at to pass the aeons. Inter-dimensional beings who roll it into a phat 5th dimensional blunt and fuck with people tripping on DMT. To the fire, who’ll claim the moisture and reduce it to straight-up carbon. Or hey, here’s a far-fetched one, to a future self who, no matter the state, doesn’t need it. Spoiler alert: fire. The answer is fire.

Why am I doing this? Well, primarily because my real plans for tonight don’t start for a few hours, and because it was an idea that flashed into mind earlier today. It’s something that feels good and like a smart thing to do based on what I know I’m prone to and what has the potential to knock me off course. It’s not about Gods or some whacky system outside our own, although I confess it’s more fun to think like that than not, the end result is unaffected, and I can justify it from any angle.

So yeah, fuck it! I’ll wish everyone a happy Halloween, may the kids stave off candy-induced diabetes, may the grownups be extra trashy and may your tampering with other dimensions be fruitful and catastrophic!