All I am on the Net is an electric memory of the fingers typing in these words. But the memory contains the hint, or promise, of a story. And you--yes, you--have happened upon these words in search of what, exactly? "Information", a mind replies? I don't think so. We are drowning in information, it melts around us like April snow; we struggle through it, gasping for air, hoping to reach a place, a condition on the far side. This website you have discovered is nowhere that news breaks; perhaps, for a moment, it gives you a chance to breathe. I hope you may be looking for a story. Not facts to learn, information to assimilate, but a tale to imagine. A respite.