Transition

It's going to be strange to pick 30 Seconds up again. It rises through the ashes of its own history into stepping back in stride - or maybe not...

I am inviting people from a social network that frankly got too social for me to a more intimate setting. I didn't really know many of the people there but they knew me - or confused me with someone they knew and that got to be very uncomfortable.

I have no idea how well your invitations will be received - going from a communal experience where everybody basically shares the same toothbrush to something more akin to solitude in a cave may be too much. There will be something definitely more personal and, perhaps unavoidably, self-involved in coming here.
This is, after all, my great monument to me.
Obviously, I have control here but that's not the appeal and actually it's an illusion; without anyone in the wilderness to hear me bellow my various complaints and observations, the solitude will become stifling. In the meantime, if anybody has any other suggestions about forming some other community project where confinements to creativity, as well as the imposition of advertisements are for us to decide, I am absolutely ready to listen. Another problem I have with the social network I am about to delete is the sense of the network actually studying me and trying to anticipate and fulfill my desires and needs. Well, fuck that... I didn't volunteer to be a guinea pig just to keep in touch with friends and family for the sake of a marketing campaign. They have used me & now I have used them.

Welcome to my cave. My monument to me. I hope the album cover properly conveys how seriously I am taking my little monument.