cal chayce

Chayce spends his free time peering under rocks, searching for idiosyncrasies that have yet to be exposed to the light. When he discovers a new one, he pins it to a piece of paper and colours a story around it. He clings to the fanciful notion that his great grandchildren might one day find his musty writings on an old hard drive and will be able to trade them to a museum of some sort in exchange for a precious gallon or two of petrol. For this reason alone, he continues to write.