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...

Monday, August 15, 2011

Dear Kurt,

You are a horribly lousy homeless man.

I've counted about five rock star temper tantrums as we tried to curl up for one whole hour for the night in our tiny storage unit.

We've realized together that this is turning out to be more of a lesson for you than it is for me.

Unfortunately, I still love you madly so get over it.

Peace. Love.

P.s. Don't be mad at my brother because he's aloud to go to sleep without me.

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