Talk:Channel One/@comment-7706473-20140822103416

Oh, wow! This is almost too nostalgic to be scary... Almost. I actually still have such a television, in storage somewhere if you can believe it. I'm also pretty bad in terms of grammar/proofreading, but I like to think after awhile it's created a distinct and ellipse-ridden style that is all my own. ; )

The whole story has this wonderfully surreal vibe of 'almost-quite-true'. It aches with it; some will read it and wish they were younger, so those days seem fresher; others, older, so they could experience it, and still others will simply get lost in the richness of the descriptions and the increasing strangeness of the signals from Channel One. There's so much I like about this I do not know where to start - the implications, perhaps, that the Newscaster was not quite as nightmarish in the past, but something unpleasant happened to forever alter him into that shape? Or perhaps the opposite: that he was so nightmarish, but that memory and static hid that away..?

Perhaps the user of images and sounds to flesh out the story, or the pleasantly vague nature of whatever is being shown on Channel One; perhaps the fine language, or the believability of the narrator - who isn't telling us about something out to get them, but something jarring and personal. I've wanted to write about various radio-related things in a story some time; but for now, I am lost in a maze of Digital/Analogue. I guess that would mean that I'm in love with this pasta? Ahahaha!

Very disturbing, lovingly written, nostalgic and melancholic and frightening. Clematis blossom, for a new age that lurches ever forward - no matter the cost.