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, May 19, 2011

Dear Kurt,

I sang River tonight... And it was quite depressing. I cry over memories of my youth. I feel like legends don't pertain to the time we are in now. There are no Kurts no Rivers no Marilyns no James. Everyone is dull in the future.

Your birthday was Feb. 20th and I missed a post. So many months in advance... I'd like to say Happy Birthday to you. You were such a beautiful individual. Not just on the inside... You were one of the most beautiful men to ever live...

I stare at old photographs of you and wonder how... Why you ever gave a woman like Courtney Love the time of day. She was so beneath you in every way. You were beautiful. Just... Breathtaking. I loved you. You deserved more...

JS
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