Dance for Flies, Chapter One I didn't mean to be philosophical, but I suppose that was unavoidable. Neither did this story need an ending, but again that was my misguided view that everything needs beauty. I, like so many others, walked through #life with autocorrect on, so that after every vivid event I was left only with a ghostly recording of what I believed had happened, edited to my own quaint ideals. For we are all so selfish, believing that we could hope to understand our lives. So here I offer you a story; a story without Gods or heroes,without fairies or princes, but a captivating and tragic song nonetheless. I cannot promise that you will enjoy it or believe it, nor can I say that is a balanced account of my fate, but I will damn well make it beautiful.
