Fiction

about the malfeasance of using the deads image and persona without their approval. If 2Pac had said: “when I am dead, make a hologram of me and singalong to it…” OK. Do it. If he hasn’t I think it is a terrible idea. The dead person, TPac, can’t control how he is being used, it is a scary, nasty thing. In my story, it is taken to an extreme.

My friends thought between drug addiction and dead babies and loneliness, “Ooh La La” was completely miserable. But I didn’t see that at all. I felt it was only there to expand upon a theory: that life is happenstance matter interlocking in time and space.

from the old 97’s