Well… hello again, world. I’ve been somewhat busy over the last year. Some of you may be thinking, ‘Hey… don’t we know you from a previous incarnation?’ And the answer to that would be—yes, maybe… Probably.
However, for now let’s take it as read that I am now The Archivist, and my new home is The Stolen Times. So the question remains: the artist who may or may not have had a career that amounted to a very paltry sum indeed… what exactly am I doing as a glorified librarian of the more shadowy corners of the multiverse? It’s a sad tale of subterfuge, betrayals, weird happenings, and some stuff that Black Mirror would shy away from in the interest of not offending public sensibilities. I’m barely alive, barely breathing… but here I am. For now.
New country, new name, new online home. Same highly irritated old girl with a taste for good music, the most delicious conspiracies, cryptid tales and unsolved crimes… as well as a smattering of glorious AI art and the occasional piece of writing or poetry. This is the beginning of the book… at the end of a life well… lived.
The Archivist.