The MIC Incarnate

Likes what you did with the place

“The industry”, began in New Jersey, arguably. I could drone on about Cinematic history, but I am exhausted. It’s been a day. I’ve been boring folks with Cold War coastal zone HR R&D in the field, up in Monmouth County.

The Better Duck Inn, where the backstory for our heroine is anchored, has been imagined to my personal specifications. I was primarily a field operator for decades. My present reality is such that myths are winning over facts in the trenches.

In short, truth tellers need stories better crafted to entertain the audience than the competition. Now, I am here in this project for respite, no more stress. But, as I noted above, I am too tired for escapism, even.

Place is powerful, even when one is not dosing anything. Back in the The Electric Kool-Aid days, set and setting were taught is the key to a good trip. Take ad placement per say, or real estate, even…Location, Location, Location.

I think I could do much better imagining if I could imagine in the place, I imagined id be imagining in. That place is the Better Duck Inn. I am not there because the MIC wanted my soul in exchange for it.

There is not a thing wrong with my present situation, nor am I dissatisfied with the progress of this project. When is enough, enough? Where is your head at?

I need a nap.

Oh, that’s a lot more place than I ever Imagined, taken today on the way home. NYC in the background.