I have always
loved to walk, particularly aimlessly in search of all the cool nothings life
has to offer. At an early age my love of
walking and stories collided. My
grandmother had a dark stuffy room in the back of her house, and I loved to
sneak off and rummage when the grownups weren’t looking…One day I found a
stack of my cousins’ comic books. That
encouraged more wandering and looking for nothing in particular.
A few years
later my uncle took a job in another state.
Before he left he gave me his BetaMax.
As you can imagine, that lead to searching aisles of video cassettes for
the perfect movie.
In high school
I started patrolling two local record stores for the perfect album. In college the shrines to the gods of
wandering became a comic shop and a used book store. I rarely
knew “what” I was looking for, but when I saw the perfect title, with the
perfect cover, with the perfect synopsis, and the perfect first line, I felt it
in my bones. I savored these jewels.
I now wander
the stacks at amazon, hoping to find that perfect nothing. My reviews are aimed at sharing the beautiful
nothing. We’ve begun with horror, but
stick with me. I promise we’ll explore
many worlds of emotion.
Asian
cultures have wonderful words like do
and tao to describe the spiritual way
and itsu to describe peace or my
favorite translation “mistake” For me
Wartooth is the grand, wandering mistake.
If you move and you search you will find the peace of nothing.
Nothing to
it,
Everette
Bell.
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