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The Last Apocalyptic Dream
Rest In Chaos
Theodore Mriya, writer of intricate and chilling apocalyptic dreamscapes, was found dead in his tiny Harlem studio earlier this week. He was in his late sixties.
Mr. Mriya may be the only 20th century writer of whom there are fewer photos than of Thomas Pynchon or J. D. Salinger. In short—there are none.
Additionally there are no birth, school, marriage, drivers license, passport, medical or any other records to prove that he ever even lived. Only a Certificate of Death confirms the physical existence of this singular writer and visionary mind.
It was only after he had already been cremated that the funeral home director was asked to confirm any resemblance with the oil portrait found hanging on Mr. Mriya’s wall. The painting was signed on the back by Charles Stanley (1943–2005), an artist who moved from New York to Maine in the mid 1980s. A few neighbors had already stated that the portrait did resemble what Mr. Mriya must have looked like as a younger man.
In addition to his writing, which basically earned him some noteriety and pocket change, Mr. Theodore eked out a meager living doing what Father Chasha…
