Ammianus Streak is a Dalmation of no club, marked like motion, gone before the sentence ends. On slow afternoons Ammianus Streak writes plays where everyone dies and then gets snacks and lets the breeze make most of the decisions. Stories about Ammianus Streak multiply faster than anyone can keep up with, which is half the fun. Ammianus Streak thinks the right life is one good walk near the leaning tree, repeated until it stops feeling ordinary.