Hello. My name is Rylan. I see you''ve found your way here. That''s wonderful. I suppose you''re interested in learning a bit more about why you should buy this book, as that''s what you''ve been trained to expect. Well, I better respect the structure, and I''ll try not to waste any more of your time. In short, this book is a story of a human, alive in a place, at a time, doing things and having thoughts. This book is an attempt to put down in words the way in which my mind works, in exhaustible and sometimes excruciating detail. It''s also my attempt to try and understand the world around me, and more specifically, to find a structure to express that. Basically, this book is my attempt at writing, in the purest form--writing for the pleasure of putting one word after another, and writing for developing the skill of capturing thought, and writing as a form of creative expression, and writing as catharsis. You may find some parts humorous, others sad, some shocking, some boring, others grotesque, uncomfortable, enraging, and some probably even embarrassing. In fact, I hope you do, as I felt all of those emotions at one point or another during the process. I think we all do. I''ve been endlessly fascinated by the way in which each individual perceives reality, as we all share similarities in the stimuli we''re exposed to. I like to read books in which you feel as though you''ve lived another life. Purchasing this book is akin to wearing my skin. It''s renting my eyes and leasing my mind. Purchasing this book will also afford me time to try again. I don''t know if I succeeded this time around, and I may not ever. Art is an elusive creature. I know that I did the best I could given my current abilities and the time I was afforded. That''s all we can ever do, I suppose. But, I do hope one day to reach out on that branch and catch Art, even if only fleeting. To catch that wild beast and hold on, fist full of her mane, hoofs pounding beneath us, carrying us as far as the eye can see from blue ridged mountains over waves of amber grain... sorry. Anyway, even if the farthest you get is reading this, I thank you. If you purchase this book, I thank you most graciously. I thank you for helping me. But, more than thanks, I have hope. I hope that you enjoy getting lost in the tumultuous seas of my mind and come from the voyage a stronger sailor; having wrestled storms, and hot, lazy, hazy, calm and whatever else... it''s March, 12, 2017... I still have so much editing to do and am getting side tracked again...P.S. Wondering what this book is about caused you to read these words, which were written by this author, to try and get you to read their book. You pause, look up from your screen, and see what''s before you. Same old stuff. If you purchase this book (and read it) you may look at that same old stuff a bit different. Or, maybe not. You might be beyond help; a sad, lost, little soul idly flipping through Kindle books hoping to uncover the next sizzling, summer, bad boy next door romance "novel". Well, you''re in the wrong spot, my friend. There''s a bit of a love story tangled somewhere in this mess, but it isn''t necessarily tantalizing. I''d suggest you check out... well, I''d better not do that here. P.P.S. There were no corporate henchman looking over my shoulder. This is unedited, traditionally. It''s a bit like an unfiltered beer or sake. It''s still made with all the same love and care, more even, really; the words have been hammered into place over months of grueling labor, yet, and again, I warn you, it''s still unpasteurized; it''s still raw. It''s a living culture: a kombucha. If you don''t like it, if you prefer homogenized, corporatized, pasteurized, lifeless garbage, then don''t pay the ten dollars. I''ll be fine. But, if you want to taste something different; if you want to live another life; if you want to escape your fleshy shackles; if you want to spend some time inside my skin, then buy the ticket and take the ride.