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 7, 2010

Sleep deprived in Washington... (dc)


Dear Kurt,


Tonight I drank too much and then I sent an email to a very important lawyer about how I drink too much and that's too blame for all the jerkoff emails I send him. Smart huh?

What's wrong with me? I'm so uncool. I'm an idiot. Everything I touch turns to shit. I wish you were still here so you could give me a lesson on coolness. Cuz tonight I flunked. And yesterday... and tomorrow.

If passion, soul and heart was gold-plated.... I could buy my own country. Hope is running thin...


Love.
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