Junior Dare

JOHN GRISHAM DICK PICS or
JET FUEL CAN’T MELT DIGITAL MONSTERS

2003: 8th grader shows me 9/11 conspiracy sites + says I’m gay + declares Pokemon and Digimon the same. I fling my entire body into his.

Treasure the clarity of preteen rage.

2000: “The web is a land of extremes,” warns the principal, “full of predators.”

Every kid recognizes the algorithm for receiving a quest.

2016: jazz-musician-cum-mirror-neuron-researcher confesses déjà vu has plagued him since childhood.

I ramble under Adirondack stars about Spinoza & tell the neuro-saxophonist the story of your life.

We finish our Utica Clubs, beer that tastes like I drank it already. Are we spiders?

2010: stuck in quasi-cryptomnesic experience loop registering for Metafilter, its reliquary coloration a blue monument to the early net.

1991-1999: Childhood is, imho, searching

how to exist outside the family

w/out being alone.

2002: Bruising, perched over falsely-dogeared Pelican Brief, I eagle-finger “fagit define” then “penis” into Netscape as invocations. I crawl through Dogpile’s hissing SERPs.

2004: read MeFi’s 9/11 thread in one sitting.

2003: “People die, Pokemon faint, Digimon reincarnate you idiot!! All that matters is their data, they can reconfigure!! My uncle died on 9/11!!”

Build a Digimon-facts webpage
soon many pages.

Time seems linear, not pre-indexed.

i remember all my earliest searches, imprinted like nephograms of summertime