I’m Kyler. I write because I have nothing better to do, and I have nothing better to do because I always write. I hope no one ever finds this site. It’s a secret. I’m writing here because it’s the beginning of spring break and this is a new experience for me. I have challenged myself to live my life like a child does, reckless, awe-struck, barefoot; so as the weather’s symphony of damp grass and warm air swells, I’ll be there, conducting it’s every crescendo, tremolo, and key change. But the tempo will not stay the same, it will speed up and never slow down and I’ll stand in awe, distraught at how fast my life has passed me by. But that’s what life is. A series of frames, passing you by and never to be seen again.

“So there you have it. Waukegan was Green Town was Byzantium, with all the hapiness that that means, with all the sadness that these names imply. The people there were gods and midgets and knew themselves mortal and so the midgets walked tall so as not to embarrass the gods and the gods crouched so as to make the small ones feel at home. And, after all, isn’t that what life is all about, the ability to go around back and come up inside the other people’s head to look out at the damned fool miracle and say: oh, so that’s how you see it!? Well, now I must remember that!”