{ Glitch Western re:turns } — jonCates (2025) coastalDrift ◇➝ FROM: me TO: you when we reach the ocean, she touches the memories of mine futures sent through you to: radiotelegraphy. transmission. inn the Summerrors of 1909; transcoded inn-to 2025, standing at the waterfall, at the memory overflow, flooded wit these here emotionalLandscapes. to say: our goodByes is inn anotherr ways to say: “startAgain;” && then The Cowgirl calls herself FROM: future errors that told secrets of glitch. inn my { Glitch Western re:turns } when, she reaches herself on shores, THIS is The Pacific North West. The End of the Oregon Trail. She survived:
“Picked up a bunch a broken promises all along the way, scraping together my daily bread, collecting trespasses, praying for the way to be clearer, all the way down the line…
we got us a hard way to go…”
TO: find forgiveness Again on coastalDrift ◇➝
She said: “Rivers run dry. Or flooded. This land is a land of extremes… If you hunger for blood and broken bones, all it gets you is empty. The engine of revenge drives many a man to pure bitterness and heartache. Gets many a fella shot down dead in a gunfight, somewhere out under the faded light of long dead Western stars, half forgotten, Just another old tumbleweed with nothing left to say except: “Bury me out on the lone prairie” or mayahps they catch a song stuck in their dry throats a whisper’n to none but themselves dream’n: “The only land I’ll settle down on will be under my grave”. You know what i got to say to you: Reckon you’ll be apologize’n soon or wash’n down the dust wit whiskey, you long dead ghosts. Good luck to you and good riddance I say. I survived.” *
an epistolary sincerely sent from me to you.
jonCates Glitch Art since the 1990s ◇➝ Digital Art nowww && always ∞ founder of the Glitch Art Gallery, 《 glitch◆school 》 + the Glitch Western genre yawl!