Category: Kenny


Augustus Oregon is a figment of my imagination. I created the Augustus Oregon Universe to help me make sense of humanity and its place in the cosmos. I ruminate here with vigor laced with a smattering of audacity, but always under the veil of personal experience, even if I perceive the world from the POV of a voice in my head, manifested as a character.

When I close my eyes and clear my mind of rubble, I find myself sitting under a mighty oak tree, on a knoll that overlooks the town where I come from. Augustus Oregon is a place where the elderly are cherished and sought after for their life-long experiences and stores of knowledge; where the children run free and play without fear; and where the communities stand together and take care of their own, no matter what. When my end of days arrives, I will die in Augustus Oregon.

It’s taken me more than half a lifetime to conceive of Augustus Oregon, and now that it’s here, I don’t want its significance to slip away from my matured memory. In the fertile ground of my imagination, through the mysterious methods of the way the brain functions, I hope to reside in Augustus Oregon as I stare off into space from the front porch of my mind. If not that, then I pray the Talosians make the illusion of Augustus Oregon real for me.

I’m on that road less traveled. Destination: Augustus Oregon.

The Big Thunk

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.