Welcome to His Excellency's Car
An Introduction
His Excellency’s Car! His Excellency’s Car! His Excellency’s Car!
His Excellency’s Car is a quixotic, eclectic and poorly planned attempt to cast a message in a bottle into an ocean made up entirely of similar messages in similar bottles. We call this ocean “the internet,” and His Excellency’s Car aspires to be a stop for every intrepid Jason embarking on a grand quest therein, and every storm-tossed Odysseus struggling to return. His Excellency’s Car is a haphazard journal dedicated to philosophy, poetry, fiction, humor, politics, history, prophecy, absurdity, magical and/or cyber realism and real magic and/or cybernetics, but probably not at the same time. His Excellency’s Car will contain the work of Z. Hajime Sertorius and any friends, colleagues, enemies, or total strangers Z. Hajime Sertorius chooses to publish.
Z. Hajime Sertorius is a shadowy figure; master of history, journeyman of present. Last quasi-samurai of the invisible church of dasein? Canine loyalist. Adequate dresser who believes we may have given up on the mullet too soon. Man with an ordinary job who keeps his yard mostly free of debris. Expect sincerity, satire and attempts to understand the collapse of epistemology into symbolic association, as well as complaints about the age of post-literacy.
“You can’t fool me. There ain’t no sanity clause.” - Chico Marx in “A Night at the Opera”
We begin.