SAKE Box

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I love those little wooden sake cubes.

I’ve only experienced one, once. It was refilled several times during our meal to the point it resembled the Trevi Fountain minus the coins although at one point I tried to throw a quarter in over my shoulder after which the rest of the night gets kind of hazy. Luckily I was within walking distance of my home.

The medium we choose to work within can be a vehicle for discovery; discovery of what we seek to do, the change we hope to make for our audience. Which is great, because I don’t know what I’m doing. Or, better said, ala Indiana Jones when he was with Salleh and Marion above the Well of Souls, “I don’t know, I’m making this up as I go.”

What I seek falls somewhere along the lines of (1.) doing work I feel has meaning (2.) offering the reader a bubble to jump in that’s separate from reality, particularly the hectic, frantic reality of life in an increasingly instantaneous world and (3.) as a result of existing in this bubble for a moment, the reader feels better, or some kind of change is affected, whether it be emotional, mental, or physical change. Any of these. Hopefully a positive one.

So I guess I’m a vacuum manufacturer and salesperson – but it’s a metaphysical vacuum (a space devoid of the real physical world) I’m building, that gives folks a place to recharge, or should I say, be totally relaxed and outside of themselves but engaged. The way I used to describe playing video games to my wife. Who’s response of course was that of complete skepticism. As it should be.

Here I am, stating that I’m a writer, and I’ll begin by writing for this website. I want to engage other artists and learn about their craft, their mediums, their genre, their style, what they want to do and where they want to go. If that’s you, please reach out if you like; mcnerthneyp@gmail.com. Or sign up for my posts, which I hope to have available very, very soon.

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