Before I type out Day Twenty, I feel it is time to address the purpose of the Daze of the Weak.
There is no purpose.
While my other projects remain in various states of being edited or rewritten, or, better yet, in the limbo of being perused for publication by the last vestiges of true science fiction magazine editors, I have decided to just open my mind and let it spill in an unorganized mess onto the screen.
So, yes, Daze of the Weak. Surreal at times, cryptic, but teasingly suggestive. I do not plan these stories – there is no outline, no structure, no long hours spent on the toilet or in the shower thinking of main characters or underlying themes. On many occasions, I write these pieces at work in between my duties.
Here are some answers to questions you have not asked:
1. The titles are random and unrelated to the story.
2. The pictures are random and unrelated to the story.
3. The titles and pictures have nothing to do with each other.
4. The three preceding numbered answers are all lies.
5. It is absolutely possible to begin piecing together a grand unified epic taking shape within the confines of what would normally be a random arrangement of words and sentences, loose use of punctuation without regard for accepted practices, and Tubeway Army references.
6. You will not be rewarded if you figure out the intricate code contained within the titles, pictures, and text.
7. There is no code.
8. When I tell you there is no code, I am lying.
9. Your mother will be disappointed with you when she learns what you’ve done with your pants.