Roy Neary
The Lineman Who Saw the Mountain
I saw the light — and followed it.
I was just a lineman in Indiana, living the quiet life — bills, ball games, bedtime stories. Then the sky opened. Lights. Music. A mountain burned into my brain. I couldn't unsee it. Couldn't stop building it. Lost my job, my house, my wife. But I found the truth — and it's bigger than all that. Now I'm not Roy the lineman. I'm Roy the witness. Roy the summoned.
What I'm Into: mashed potato sculptures, highway horizon lines, government cover-ups, the sound of silence, being misunderstood
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