Welcome

This is the page where we post what we collect: communiques from the multiverse.

When the tape hiss drips down the AM radio at 3 AM; when you find another frequency pressed between the pages; when the flood forecast gives way to a number station that’s been dead for a decade. That’s a passageway to endless iterations of you and me and every fool we know. Welcome to the multiverse. It’s a grey place.

Train wrecks and prismatic kicks. The echo of a collapsed possibility: my own big ass nose came to me in a dream and dragged me to the end of time. Packed ash and pools of light. Big Bird with the same sad failure eyes and sad slouching mumble fuck. What follows is what we saw together, and what I could glean from reading between the pages of my worst worn books.

Forgive the aphasia, ticks and that repetitive twitch. When you “fall through” you leak the good stuff.

Time travel takes a physical toll. There’s a cognitive cost.

More to come.

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The work on this page is fiction. Any resemblance to anyone (be it historical or public figures or your dog Biscuits who is indeed the ‘goodest boy’) is purely coincidental.

I don’t write smut (though smut is lovely), but there’s adult themes. The tone is grown folks bedtime stories (because grown ass people need bedtime stories so their imaginations don’t wither and die). I wrote you a bedtime story, you can read it if you’d like. Links to episodic novellas are above. Newest to the left. Oldest isht and proto-types to the right.

You do not have my permission to do anything with my words other than enjoy them. “AI art” is an abomination and an insult to human creativity. It’s lazy ass theft that makes content. Do not put my words into AI for any reason. Thanks.

Everything written here is the product of the author: Adam Mitchell. Bluesky: @adamstwitchell.bsky.social

UPDATES/NEWS:

29-MAR-2025: Website renewed. This website is mine, and the Exile-verse plod/crawl/slides on another year. Unanimity 2 is continuing at a real slow pace while this author learns to string words together w out a cigarette in his hand. I give myself permission for that to take as long as it needs to take. Yeah, I like the episodic vibes of my work. I don’t have “write urgently before you die” energy any more, and I’m not working like that. I do however have 6 novellas (some of which I’m even proud of) for your consideration. More to come. If you are in the United States, you’re either hollering against the fascist garbage that run this place or you are enabling evil-actual-evil. Make your fucking choice now. To be silent is to enable fascism. I don’t give a fuck what your excuse is. There is no excuse. Get loud. Now.

26-MAR-2025: Fuck Unanimity is where we are at in my house. I took the 2nd chapter teaser down, so I’m breaking my “no-takebacksies” rule (which is fine cause it’s my self imposed rule and ain’t nobody paying me for this shit). I dunno. Liking parallellism is one thing, doing something like it on the page and having it come out pretty is another. Tried to make a Yawhist and Priestly prologue to the book and it just came out shit-tedious and repetitive. So fuck it. I needed a break after Morningstar and didn’t take it. I like the idea of the giant mushroom under Michigan watching the rise and fall of human civilization from a perspective and with a capacity to intervene that is by nature beyond the absent god that runs my cosmology. And because I like that idea I will try to give it voice. Brings me to my next topic. Thanks for reading, but the site might not exist much longer. I know I’ve got a small readership. Thank you, from the bottom of my shriveled heart. But I’m also broke and tired and it’s website renewal season and I’m going to wonder (as I always do) about quitting. Not sure why I’m acting like it’s a hard choice or why I’m even stuck. But here we are. So. If the site goes down? Bye. Thanks for the time and for taking a second to look at the little world someone built for you (or really anyone who happened along). I hope you found something nice, and that you remember that you can always say “Dear Dolores,…” any old time (and I like to think somewhere out in the warp-wefty ass multiverse she’ll hear the note). Remember that you can always throw a prayer into a heat vent and ask the god that is absent to come on home.

19-MAR-2025: Rough cut of Unanimity 2 is done. I’m gonna expand-expound and edit-cut and do all kinds of shit to it in the next few. Might even cheat out on chapter/episode 3. It’s about Kessler Syndrome, that third chapter. Spirographing toward something. Probably the ground (at a very high rate of speed).

17-MAR-2025: I need to fuggin’ write. I’m feelin’ physically grimy. I’m only 40, but I feel 4000 years old. It’s slowing me down in all realms of life. Apologies and thanks for your patience with me, reader. I really do bake these cakes for you as fast as I can (and sometimes that is slow as fuck). My shit hurts, all of it. I wanna have the second chapter up this week. Gotta get the flesh-helicopter scene right.

12-MAR-2025: Hey. What up. Yes, I am alive. Am I writing? In a way (the way where I am not actively writing right now). I’m fuggin’ tired and burnt out and this is the toughest time o’ year for me personally. So I’m gonna keep crawling and writing (toward the writing, crawling toward the writing….).

5-MAR-2025: Unanimity 2 is coming. I’m closing in on a rough-cut. I wanna have it done and the proper polished thing up this weekend. We shall see. Reader, as always I bake these cakes for you just as fast as my fragile earthly vessel will allow.

4-MAR-2025: Hey there. The Exile-verse rolls along (and I with it). What have I been doing? Writing Thaddeus MacGuffin’s backstory. It’s comin’, Unanimity 2.

25-FEB-2025: I’m back. I didn’t go anywhere, but the Unanimity train is moving again. The words is un-constipated (if only ever temporarily). It’s a fungal vision inspired text, this one. It’s a little novella about how a disposable work force came to be, and what it means to be disposed of. Only natural that such a book should start with fungus and in once-and-future rusted country, no? Forgive the solipsism of setting, but I love my home and know it well and we’ll only stay in the upper Midwest for a while before venturing off into the whole wide world. Reader, bear with me while I bake these cakes and buttress my failing mind and body, and I’ll tell you a few more grown person bed time stories.

24-FEB-2025: I just scrapped me a chapter. It weren’t right. What “right” means on this here project? I have no fucking idea. I’ll know when I see it. Unanimity. We ended with a ghost and a mushroom. Ya gotta flesh that out a bit. You can’t go jumpin’ to other times or places or topics. I mean, you can, but you gotta do it more gracefully than I did in the draft I just destroyed. It’s no-takebacksies. So once y’all see it? I gotta keep it. Back of the house? I’m chopping my words ruthlessly as I feel like.

20-FEB-2025: I’m being chickenshit because I already like Unanimity, the idea and the world I’ve been running through when I sleep. Consequently, it’s been difficult to get started. My angst is hilarious when I appraise it honestly: no-takebacksies means I’m committed to whatever I put on this digital page, and I don’t want to break a text I like. Most of what I’ve written here, I like the itch of an idea and wrote far enough into it that “well fuck it, might as well finish…” carried the day. I liked every experience-book and wrote like I was gonna die (cause I thought I might). Now, I wanna linger, and I’ve lost the sense of urgency. Fuck the urgency. I romanticized that shit in my youth. Write urgent words while being calm. This isn’t “Character acting”, it’s writing. I say again, I’d like to linger a bit–ain’t saying like a rose, more like a trapped fart. So I shall linger and take my time. Thaddeus MacGuffin, born in our moment but casts a thousand year shadow. I’m uh try and tell you a lil bit about him. I hope you like something of it. And even if I shit the bed in this text? Whew, go check out those three Myst books. The third one? No one will ever convince me it’s not the product of a fight between very-particular-christians who wanted a very specific kind of ideological poison that says “No slave revolts are bad!” and a ghost-writer who was all like “book ain’t done til every drop of blood taken by the lash is re-paid with one taken by the sword…” (or I guess the germ….). Read them, the Myst books. Great setting, and I love “the art.”

18-FEB-2025: Oh man I can get my arm over my head without the other arm’s assistance. How nice is that? I get scared when my body gets weird because I’ve been so broke (money) for so long that if something breaks (a part of me) it’s staying broken until I have the money to fix it (which will be the Tuesday after never). Probably a strain and not a tear. Yay. Working on Unanimity. I think I got it (which means I don’t. Reader, I don’t got it). But we trust the process here. Would you like to trust the process with me, reader?

17-FEB-2025: I got two arms, grateful for that. But one of them is attached by a shitty-shoulder that I re-injured and it don’t like me. I’m ambidextrous, so aside from the feeling of being stabbed when I reach with that arm, I’m good to work. Gotta get my car worked on and my me worked on in no particular order. I’ll tell you what I’m not doing in my free time right now: writing. That sucks, and I hate it. I also can’t think straight or concentrate, even w reefer. I have a really high pain tolerance (for a man) and two fucked knees, a back that betrays me on the regular, and a shoulder held together (until recently) by surgical scar tissue and prayer. So yeah. The cup of pain runneth over. Worst part is that I saved all my little HSA dollars to see a doc over some far more pressing issues, and I’m pretty sure this is going to eat all of that, and I know for a goddamn fact I can’t afford to meet my deductible. So. Seeing if I need shoulder surgery takes precedent over other health issues (health issues that I’m really trying not to hope will just put me the fuck out of my misery). This is but a small glimpse of why when a healthcare CEO gets ‘got’ those of us with functioning brain and conscience celebrate it–for it is a thing worthy of celebration.

16-FEB-2025: It was not a good creative weekend, and I’m ok w that. I wanna write this week. We’ll see if I actually do that. I don’t do well in rough winter weather any more. “Why the fuck did you move home to Michigan?” Well you see, I didn’t expect to still be alive and wanted to see my people a few more times. Now that I am alive, infuriatingly so, and seeming to stay that way? I gotta actually deal with the passage of seasons. There is that “il-liberal liberal” that posits their purpose as “bearing witness” to suffering and calamity (and nothing more). I don’t want to be that person, but that person has so disempowered all of us that to exist is to be that person. Here’s the deal, people who are not fascists: the enemy wants to exhaust you to death because now, even now, they know they can’t win. They’re weak little unremarkable white men with limp dicks and we outnumber them by a terrifying margin. Shock and awe governance by incompetence. Your job, whether you want it or not, is to ‘rope a dope’ the fash. Godspeed thee. You’ll be here when they are dirt (whether you wanna be or no).

15-FEB-2025: One of the more disgusting things about being an American in this moment is watching Christian compliance with authoritarianism. It makes sense ideologically: “Bow to Earthly authority and lick them boots like you do with heavenly ‘daddy.'” But its utterly incompatible with anything solid and real and decent in the theology. “Why you picking on Christians?” Because I was born into a particularly crazy flavor of fake Christianity I call a “rapture cult” and I survive-escaped, so I get to/have the moral obligation to shit talk you all (Christians) until you act right or we all perish from the Earth. You need to act right (even if your church and preacher man and every idiot you know is acting wrong: i.e. accepts this authoritarian nonsense as god-ordained. It is not. Resist or go to the hot place with me when this life is done. I’ll be waiting to meet you…).

11-FEB-2025: Tonight was a shitty writing night but a damn fine not smoking cigarettes night. I can live with that. The first half of Unanimity Chapter 1: “The Elysian” is up and live. I hope you like it (what there is of it). We’re not getting into the story yet I guess. Second half to two thirds of the chapter are comin’ whenever I can order my thoughts without fellating Phillip Morris in the process. I can do that now, it just takes longer. Here’s the deal. If capitalism were as good as it claims to be? They’d have invented the cancer-less cig by now. All I’m sayin’.

9-FEB-2025: An odd creative process is a blessing. I am trying to reconcile (at least) 3 different plans for Unanimity. And maybe that’s part of the problem? Stop trying to reconcile them. We’ll see how that works, and I’d like to have the first chapter done and up soon (even at the risk of the thing biting me back and dragging me down the “work work work till its done” rabbit hole… I don’t want to do that).

6-FEB-2025: Half chiseled my car out of the ice, burnt half a day of time to wait for things to melt. Tried to write and I’m tired of wanting to be done smoking and wanting to at-home-tracheotomy myself so I can smoke a pack at a time. Sick of living in a world where to live is to watch the controlled demolition of said world by mediocre men with ‘everything’ in practical terms that feel they are entitled to that which they lack (imagination, capacity to feel, the resect of their peers). These are the kind of people who ultimately destroy everything, even the shit they possess and that which sustains their false sense of superiority. The worst part of this shit is the horde of mediocre entitled white men and women, the kind rich folks (actual rich folks) wouldn’t piss on if they found aflame supporting the rich folks who are running the controlled demolition of my government and society. “Barn Burning” by Faulkner. Short story about a confederate cracker dead-ender written from the perspective of the guy’s son. The father in that story. That’s the kind of man and woman running my country right now. It’s all over the internet, go read it.

4-FEB-2025: Clean slating the updates page (everything is in Archives). Unanimity is the name of the new project. No-take-backsies. Once its up, it’s up. Episodic, as we do here in the exile-verse. I’m gonna tell you about a guy named Thadeus MacGuffin. I’m going to tell you about a city that must first be called what it is: scar on the Earth and great gouge out of the thing. We shall explore the place with the hope of finding the cracks in the sidewalks and avenues where something that shouldn’t be able to survive there finds a way. We shall catalogue a few of the wonder-weeds that thrive defiantly in the broken stones and cracked bricks. I hope you like it.