“Think of two parallel lines…One is the life of Lee H. Oswald. One is the conspiracy to kill the President. What bridges the space between them? What makes a connection inevitable? There is a third line. It comes out of dreams, visions, intuitions, prayers, out of the deepest levels of the self. It’s not generated by cause and effect like the other two lines. It’s a line that cuts across causality, cuts across time. It has no history that we can recognize or understand. But it forces a connection.”Don DeLillo, “Libra”
Every once in a while, I revisit the topic of Lee Harvey Oswald’s possible doppelgangers. I do this because I’m generally a well-adjusted person who is fun at parties.
Vitam Impendere VeroMotto of the Peithologian Society
I do hope all of you have had a lovely Halloween. I tend to spend the holiday in a more-or-less blissful drunken stupor; however, as I am not drinking alcohol at the moment, I merely used the opportunity to consolidate my recyclables.
I was originally going to run this on my other site, but I’m trying to be cognizant of not loading it up with too much morbid shit. I feel like if you “signed up” for occasional morbid shit—like, for instance, you are following this site—that’s cool. But I don’t want to clobber unsuspecting people with High Morbid Musings at this point in the world’s trajectory, because they’re already getting their fill through social media as a whole.
[Arcanium is a stream-of-consciousness feature that may-or-may-not have any meaning to you.]