Abstract
My life as a Kane was lit in the indigos, aquamarines, and magentas of a home built on quiet faith and prayer. But Johnny changed all that. Where I had stood transfixed by the gloss on the surface of living, he called me forward from the pages of the books, away from the blinders that faith can surreptitiously place upon your eyes, and out into a world populated by those who live their lives in the shadow of necessary fictions.