In every journey, the traveler must ask: was the right path taken? Many roads are long and winding, filled with those who have lost their way. Some forge their own course, guided by faith, seeking not a location, but a kindred soul. Others step together, finding safety in the arms of another. A few remove themselves from the trail to avoid the path of temptation. But those who watch the track too closely fail to see where it led them, and are often all too surprised by their destination.

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This is as much a literary blog as anything, and is dedicated to experimental fiction, which means no quotation marks in dialog, no unnecessary apostrophes, frequent use of netspeak, and reinvention of the English language in general. As to me, there's not much interesting to say. I live on an isolated farm in Indiana with my wife. The personal blogs tell the story.