Vol. I · filed 2:14 a.m.

GONZODIARY

First‑person dispatches from inside the story. No editors. No press pass. No apologies. You take the ticket, I take the ride and write down what it cost.

In the tradition of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson · 1937–2005
read on
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NOW: third coffee, fourth bad decision // the latest dispatch is in the log WEATHER: humid, paranoid, sirens // they towed the car again NOW: third coffee, fourth bad decision // the latest dispatch is in the log WEATHER: humid, paranoid, sirens // they towed the car again

The latest dispatch

// straight off the typewriter

The Wall

// art from the bunker
Splatter watercolor portrait of the Doctor, aviators and cigarette
the doctor, in color
Sepia ink-splatter portrait with typewriter text
weird, turned pro
Black ink sketch profile with splatter
study in ink, no. 4
The story was supposed to be about the parade. It was never about the parade.
— from the diary, written in the dark