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...


Saturday, August 14, 2010

Another lonely birthday....


Dear Kurt,


My birthday just ended twenty minutes ago.... and I spent the night alone in a hotel room -- drinking. Would you be surprised?


It's a hundred percent true that a writer falls in love with their subject. And I feel that. I feel tremendous love for this person that I don't even know. But I have such a profound need to defend him -- if others appear to be using him. My heart breaks. And it hurts. But he looks at me as the enemy. But until he sees my side.... that's what I'll always be to him. The enemy.


I will be in Seattle soon. I count the moments......


Peace, Love, Empathy,


Justice Seeker.
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