The year was 1991.... a young fledgling rock star from Seattle was in pain. A lot of pain. Rigorous touring was not to blame. Soon the young musician realized something was wrong. Very wrong. His wife, that he'd had memories of but never actually met was missing from his life. From that time period in general. Trapped in 2012, she awaits a way back. A way back to change the future... a future that turns into a place with no Kurt Cobain.

A murder plot that turns into the most famous suicide in history, this site is dedicated to the small story of the husband who left a billion clues for the wife who figured them out.

Now her goal is to avenge her husband's death by pinning the murderer's with their crime...

Meanwhile she pours herself into her journal, awaiting the day she is finally reunited with her husband in time.

Letters to Kurt...


Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Dear Kurt,


I'm often eaten alive by bitterness. Today was no different. I had a few moments of peace as I sat at the Santa Monica pier with a good friend, watching the seagulls fly above the Pacific, while listening to serene covers of my favorite songs from a street musician.


Then as we debated over our meals at Johnny Rocket's.... we came to the conclusion that we will also be taking on the tourists of Santa Monica with a list of our own covers -- him on keyboard, me on vocals. One of the songs on my list of ten? All Apologies. A slow, piano version. Very inspiring.


I will be flying across the country again tomorrow. And I didn't expect it... but I must make a little money some how, and I will count the seconds until I am back home.



Peace, Love, Empathy.



JS

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