At the moment, I’m on a quest, I’m wandering from place to place in search of such wisdom I may need to complete it. Which is to say, I do not currently have a fixed location and it can be rather hard to track me down. The birds can carry a message to me unless I am somewhere so remote the birds don’t fly there.
If you’ve got something lengthy to communicate, send a message below and it will find me eventually. If you haven’t heard back in a week, it’s likely your message got lost, so please send another.
THE APOLOGUE: WHAT CAME BEFORE
I grew up believing in stories the way some believe in God.
Stories were how I learned what was good and what was wrong. They were how I discovered there was a greater purpose to one's life than simple, immediate pleasures. Stories taught me that there were always keys to all the doors, that there were always words that would grant safe passage.
Stories taught me that there was such a thing as a hero's life, and that it was the only one worth living.
THE LETTER: VIGNETTES AND VARIATIONS
Between each story I think a lot. I scratch out drafts, change words, decide to tell it through someone else's eyes. Every morning, I write out a sketch of what I'm trying to grasp, and over time it's taken the form of a letter.
These letters are personal, unpolished, and precarious. They're also where you'll first hear about new unfurlings as I create them. If this all sounds like your brand of whiskey, tell me your name, and give me
a place where letters of this sort can be received.
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THE ARCHIVES: WHAT FOLLOWED AFTER
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