"Like Austin, without the hype..."

What am I doing here, in Knoxville Tennessee?

Not that it's a bad place, just unexpected. Has this become a literary pilgramage? Seemingly I have come to the banks of the Tennessee river to pay homage to Cormac McCarthy-- like Suttree, without the houseboat. I, in turn, have an efficiency apartment.

Whatever I'm doing here aside, what is this place? What is this vibe that permeates the air? The same sense in old west desert towns and ancient Appalachian settlements. Walking about at night a sense of restlessness, an unrelenting aura amongst these buildings unchanged in 60 or so odd years. The aura of a great, unseen world of trouble and interest bubbling just beneath the surface-- mischief in the night.

I think I'll stay awhile--