Hello Wolf Larsen wherever you are in our America, "land of the free and home of the brave". I've just spent the last hour reading through your stuff on this 1st page and it's growing on me. I admit that I was taken aback, even angered by the Shakespeare paraphrasing. But after reading on I put it into the context of the whole.
And I like what you write and wonder how you manage to do it. Everything you put down on paper is you and being oneself is perhaps not what one finds or expects on these pages. You're real, full of your own dark, unsettling, naked truth. Thanks for all this..
All the irony, the sarcasm, the derision, the anger, the "shocking" vocabulary, the surprisingly meaningful non sequiturs. But did I sense some tenderness between the lines of this wonderful Dutch Harbor, Alaska piece? I think I did. I've begun to take you seriously and look forward to reading more.
My time's running out. Thanks again.
P.S. Did you write this?---If so, tell me about it...
"What if I'm wrong
What if I've lied
what if I've dragged you here to my own dark night"