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.
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