One of those things that seems like it could fall pray to angst or self-pity, but is in fact well-written and entertaining if a bit formulaic. Been reading for about two years now, I think.
A fitting successor to Douglas Adams and the Meaning of Liff.
A compendium of the urges, vibes, aches and demons inhabiting the interior psychological landscape. Its mission is to harpoon, bag and tag wild sorrows, then release them back into the subconscious.
Good for John Koenig to capture these fleeting feelings.
ahhh, but I found it anyway. :-)
yes, these are good... and leap off the page into a short story.
or should. I want to read the story of keyframe n. a moment that seemed innocuous at the time but ended up marking a
diversion into a strange new era of your life