intro.

"if you are hesitant before beginning, than consider what is to come. the following stories are not enjoyable. there is no sense, old or new or powerful. they cannot be understood except in heartbreak, and when the heart is broken, what is left but empty tomorrows? could you stand by a lake as the day ends and still feel happiness? the light that allows us to see each others faces has a history that you could never commit to memory. who are we to smile, to know true joy, if the world we inhabit is sad? to read what follows is to question why you read. i am no storyteller. i am a ball of love, curled in a corner. i have spent hours spewing this love, and yet i still don't understand what it is, or what it can do. but still, despite the gaps in knowledge and understanding and memory and composure, the ink is still there to look at with your eyes. these are just words. and this book is nothing. no promises. if someone makes you a promise, just go along for the ride, and wait patiently for the moment to come when you can stand with your mouth an inch from theirs, and call them a liar."