The life and times of someone far too busy with various things to waste time on actual memoirs. Everything that didn't make it into history made it here.


This rare photograph, which miraculously survived from the autumn of 1947, captures a moment that could have changed the history of aviation forever. The image was taken at a deserted factory in Thuringia, which for a short time fell under the control of the mysterious “Gehlen Organization.”

Part 2: Publication Types: Interzone / Report No. 1 (A Cut-up style essay for “My Non-Existent Memoirs”)
Dead communication channels. Mr. Murzik crosses a street in Tangier, carrying an untold history in his teeth. In the machine room, mainframes hum, grinding Ada-83 into the dust of the 21st century.
— “Classify your status!” hisses the loudspeaker. — “I’m... I’m just testing image upload,” whispers the Chief Memoirist, bleeding code.
But publication types are a virus. The “Personal” category mutates into “System Failure.” You are stuck in the gap between the lines. Modula-2 advertises the void, and it is more horrifying than the silence.
Can you hear it? Those are the footsteps of Control in the hallway. “I fear I shall perish...“—the phrase cuts off. Scissors slice through paper. The memoirs do not exist. There is only Murzik, watching as reality dissolves into tags and metadata.
End of transmission. Too busy with various things. Injection of meaning: Failed.
Part 1: Control, Virus, and the Machine (Analysis of William S. Burroughs’ Philosophy)
William Burroughs was not just a writer; he was a man who saw the world as a series of hostile programs attempting to hack human consciousness. His central theme was Control (with a capital C).
His “trapped man” philosophy rests on three pillars: