Like the Big Bang, the Big Thunk evolved out of nothing, and one day it manifested in my reality. In an instant, it was there, or I was there, and I stammered in my thoughts trying to analyze what had happened. Failing to organize and classify all the objects in the debris field, I opted to accept, adapt and let the manifestation guide me through the rest of my journey. I brooded over a name that would both inspire me and describe my epiphany: Augustus Oregon. Don’t bother; you won’t find it on the map unless you have the same route in my possession. The closer I get to Augustus Oregon, the cacophony of voices causes my head to swell. The time will come when I ditch the map and let the voices guide me the remainder of the way. There’s one room left at Charlene’s B&B, and it’s mine.