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...

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Dear Kurt,

I was really wasted when I wrote that last entry. I'm a little ashamed, as I don't mean to take a bullet wound to the head as a joking matter.

I have a few people who I've actually had the chance to effect with a few of my youtube videos that I've made on your behalf. And they've thanked me.

It's all I can do. Just like the flyers in Seattle. I've done what I can. And I love you. Peace.