Your favorite magazine has just called you. You have THIRTY SECONDS to come up with an idea for their next cover feature. They want groundbreaking long form journalism. GO
It's, uh.. a diary of my excrement day-by-day for the period of two weeks. I have bad anxiety so the consistency and frequency of my stools will be interwoven with my psyche in the narrative. It'll be called "The Log-logue."
Following felons of various backgrounds around the country in their process of rehabilitation. Specifically, men who were locked up at a young age and served more than a decade. People who have spent their entire adulthoods behind bars. Begin with each of them exactly six months before their release. Ideally, a few heart warmers and one or two that goes catastrophically wrong.
Don't have a favorite magazine, really, but: the map is the territory, a katabatic, lisergic journey through Venice following a series of made up maps (cartographical, literary, filmic; all tenously related to the city itself at most), getting lost among the aporiae, using the map as much as an interpretative key as a mean to get around; giving oneself completely to every given map, negatively trying to achieve sincerity every time, becoming the most beautiful linguistic conduit for each of them. Not claiming I COULD do it,but I'd try.
Do it, anon, please.