Tiptoe is an interior (not for display) character, abandoned by its creator after long years of a deeply intimate and symbiotic bond, faithfully documenting, in the ways it can, its creator’s experiences and thoughts, in a desperate needle-in-a-haystack undertaking to be found by him, and be taken back in.

For the purposes of the accidental reader, know that Tiptoe tiptoes: cannot see the whole, only its pieces.  An accumulative — and repeated — reading of these fictives can be an exercise in experiencing between them happenstance connections that may evoke in you a sense of a whole.  Tiptoe never has a thing to say about the whole.