You walk down the street as if everything is fine

You decide to walk down the street as you would if there isn't anything wrong. Or, you walk down the street. The sky is bleary -but that could just as well be your eyes -you don't remember if you had breakfast as that decision seems to be relevant here as your achilles' heels, shin bones connected to your ankle bones muscles and pavement over slight gradients and significant noise in the mix making things harder in ways you can easily handle. You are walking, you bipedal human you. You know what it is to walk and you as you look up towards school, you realize you are there.

to say, "odd that it took so quick to walk here," and wander towards your locker

to receive bonus sensory information from the walk -if you've eaten breakfast already at this point in the narrative.

to go straight to the library.

You neglect your journal, leaving it untouched for weeks.

Erin comes into your room. You heard her coming and she can see that you are at your desk. You're pretty sure this is going to be one of those times where you think it is bullshit she makes such a big deal of being Erin the human instead of Ms Botz, the science teacher. Hell, Ms Botz was already a nickname off of her full-name. It's Ms Botsukowski - but you aren't sure of the spelling. For a second you think maybe Erin is a made-up name.

But that tumbles out of your mind as Ms Botz is wearing her authority glasses. You wonder when you noticed about those purple glasses and how she always wears them when she is telling someone what to do. She is talking to you about your journal and what you have written in it lately. She knows you haven't been writing. You mention that you have been living the future and it slows you down to much to stop in the middle of things. You reject a couple nasty phrases you could say -hoping she'll go away.

You can't figure out what is making you the most upset about this whole thing. She didn't knock. You're increasingly positive that she does the thing with the authority glasses on purpose. And how the fuck does she know you haven't been writing anyways and you realize she has no special purchase on this new world. You decide that she has been leaning heavily on her teacher-student position with everyone from the class.

You still believe everything you all decided in there. And you are grateful that you made it to that science class and for all the support that came out of that. But Ms Botz is obviously having trouble finding spots in the new changing ways. So you know why she hovers, needles, and bosses her way through human contact.

But she is seriously starting to piss you off.


To make a snide comment about her glasses and follow that path towards a confrontation where you belittle her worth ... go to page 45.

To engage in frank, constructive dialog about your journal, whether Ms Botz -Erin -is going to be an equal, and why she has no special rights over your things or your actions because of her status from Before ... go to page 62

You will be written ocassionally as pages (or blog posts) from 50 to 150 words

You will be written ocassionally as pages (or blog posts) from 50 to 150 words. I am going to invite a small random bunch out of the corpus, "people I think are way cool and think might do this.

This is a choose your own adventure.

No, this is a create your own adventure.

50-150 words - if you go over 150, just pick a number after what you would then go back and number your first page. or give yourself two choices, you can then right to another choice page, an end page, a rejoin the story page, a you're dead and this adventure is seriously over page (I might want to look at that but if you want that cool.

and there are beginnings under the tag beginnings and choice pages with tag choice.

So, I'm using a version of the wave method of writing for NaNoWriMo here. The specific version is molded by my hazy memory of something that was not properly explained to me and I didn't really get at the time beyond incorporating some of the talk or what it seemed like she did with it.

And it is a metaphorical wave method. There are these bits - some even of other things - but part of what the soul memory and community feelings that are represented by the various stories of other times and places you in various guises - and so these make up part of the museum of adventures - It is an attempt at creating in non-Gonzo format a more-Gonzo than I've ever seen printed account from the account of you. A you written by an author (a community can be an author) me and three people thinking of helping.

So. you can

but it is a choose your own adventure so there is adventure and it is you doing the adventuring. Second person, present tense.

oh and we need character pages. You can email me or call me or come see me or I'll stop by. It may take till the end of the month for me to organize this shit and explain what I want you to do:
write 50 to 150 words of an adventure starting with the main on which is that you woke up one morning and everyone was gone - just gone - you didn't even notice right away.

And then it turned out that it was only most people who had disappeared without warning, notice, or explanation. And you are about 16 when this starts and you walk to your high school and you end up after many realizations and choices (or few) you end up going to your 3rd period science class. You are Tracey Fletcher and for no good reason that is ever explained -likewise there is no explanation given for what happened to everyone. For me that isn't meant to really be a focus. Like Lost kept pretending that it was all going to end up making sense. fuck shit. never mind.

"Now, Nick, you don't swear like that when you talk ... why do you swear so much in your writing" "I don't know and I swear less when I am around you than when I am in other situations."


So you just

get bits of plot down. Even sentences even phrases. Those are legit posts here.

Or you can do choices as comments as regular comments

ok so

page 3

Very quickly you fall back asleep and experience a fitfully intense dream. There is very little discernible of your situation in this dream that you won't really remember. Even while asleep, part of you remembers the phrase you heard recently that you ruminate over, "privileged access" is the short version and the one that speaks itself the loudest in your head. You also know, "privileged access to yourself."

Someone didn't believe that people have privileged access to themselves despite what most people believe. You don't know that it was Errol Morris quoted by Chuck Klosterman. You never knew that.


to follow the dream the way it comes at you, go to page 5. to dig deep into the true echo memories that underlie the dream go to page 13.

the start page 1

You wake up and it is dark and quiet. This is the seventh time that you have woken up this morning. As you settle upon being awake you are dimly aware of having gone back to sleep twice.

The first time you were sweaty and had just had -not a bad but- an intense dream. The second time was about twenty minutes before your alarm and you thought about getting up in order to get a long shower to deal with your extra sweat that you felt all sticky.

You fell back asleep and now you begin to panic because you feel the alarm should have happened already. You check and this is true. Also, why isn't there more noise going on. It should be lighter. You feel unsure.

To get straight out of bed and into the shower go to page 2. To stay in bed and let haziness return go to page 3.