Nick Cave recently celebrated the 40th anniversary of the song “Tupelo,” accompanied by a new AI-generated video. But it felt like a PowerPoint presentation at a low-budget funeral.

For now, in this off-brand fortress of solitude, my mind can wander freely, uninfluenced by an algorithm taking me places I never wanted to go.

It’s not my birthday, and I don’t know your husband.

Much like how we inhabit the mind of a serial killer in Dorothy B. Hughes' novel IN A LONELY PLACE,  Gresham pulls us into the inner sanctum of a ruthless con.

Thanks to an overwhelming amount of enthusiasm, interest, and support, Send in the Owl is evolving into something even bigger: a commercial feature film.

One feels the palpable presence of space, as if space were a conductor in a resplendent symphony, directing our awareness to something more profound.