Tumult, and nuts

The era is the 1930s. It's a time of great change, and confusion. Peanuts are being salted like they've never been salted before, but the work is being done by children - children soon to be captured by the Nazis. Once-popular carnivals decline into ruin, people no longer enthralled by the mystery of bearded women and crab-toed men. There's enough horror brewing in the old country to satisfy the human thirst for drama. Life is most certainly not the Waldorf salad it was in the 20s.

America's heroes must leave behind what they once knew for something entirely different, but something entirely necessary. Ostensibly, the mission is to save the world. Actually, the mission is to start something new. New doesn't mean good, or honorable, or anything. It means new.

Fast forward to now. And translate everything I just typed into a metaphor for this blog. Do you understand? Maybe this will help:

Through the darkness of future past

The magican longs to see

One chance out between two worlds:

Fire walk with me

Now you understand. Now you know why I have to leave the blogging industry for a few months, maybe even a few eternities. Maybe a few hours. Don't worry; I'll still funnel my musical hits through the new owners (Look for a fresh single to "drop" very soon. Then bend over for it. Really bend). But for now, I'm off. Don't try to write. I don't have an address. And I most definitely don't know how to read.

Speaking of the new owners, you'll like them. They're most certainly not pressuring me to abandon this blog to their hidden, evil purposes. They're just old friends, old friends to whom I owe a huge favor. I'm finally getting the opportunity to experience the world, untied from the chains of technology. When I come back, I'll be stronger than ever. Born under a shadow of darkness, I will return carrying the shadow of light.

Seriously, this all makes sense. The Six Lines wouldn't have it any other way.

"Trust me." - Aladdin

(End Chapter 1)