The boy is a rambling eighteen-year-old schizophrenic member of the misguided youth who breathes support from Kurt Cobain - a mythical rock star who allowed words to trampoline him off into his own imaginary space. One day he plans to acquire the ability to bring a political consciousness to punk fused ska with hard rock. This year he plans to finish writing a book chronicling modern-day slavery around the world.
He often wonders whether there exists in a frozen valley some form of anaerobic microbe beneath a rock that has somehow managed since ninetyninetysomething to avoid exposure to today's Capitalist culture. And if such a life form exists, he asks, how soon will it be before marketers hunt it down and focus group its preferences for carbonated beverages and entry-level sedans?
Once, he read about this rumor that there exist certain bioluminescent sea creatures below the 25,000-feet level who have yet to learn about the present. He plans on hunting them down, netting them, demanding to know which of the Friends is their favorite.
During his free time, he shows patience as he stands in front of a random building and tries to make it levitate.
He shall pop again next month.
