A Brief Overture: in which none of the main themes are really present

Hello. You've somehow arrived at the blog of Jeremy Harris. He isn't in right now, and is quite likely never to be in, in most senses of the word. Most likely, given all possibilities combined with freak spontaneity combined with chance, he's off engaging in a ménage a trois solving crime in the Bermuda Triangle, unaware that the significant decrease in atmospheric pressure is permitting his body to dissipate,
one
molecule
at a time.

So yes. We're piping direct from the East Regional Library, Knightdale--what? Never been there? Never heard of it, you say?

Can't even partially explain why most people can't locate it on a map of the United States?

Don't beat yourself up about it. I wouldn't expect as much, unless you're Ken Jennings. Or Miss South Carolina. Then I demand an explanation, while I smile and nod and say a polite "thank you for that endearing response".