I, too, would love to sail across the sea for years and not come back until this country is ready to be rebuilt. I find that very relatable.

A wyrm itself is a sort of wingless, limbless dragon of yore, so this is as good a time as any to confess where I got the Earwyrms name. I regret to inform everyone that I guess I'm just a huge nerd. My critics don't have to dig much further than my history with Coheed & Cambria.

The sea is very big, and also the scariest thing in the world. If I were to speak into it, I would spew nothing but bubbles, and I'd have to come up for air after accomplishing nothing, which is a bit like tweeting.

We know that vanity stems from deep insecurity: no brag comes untethered from something to prove, some perceived injustice it's trying to conceal. If you're truly comfortable with your status, it remains unremarkable.

By personality alone, I'd probably be a Stark, as basic as it sounds: my reticence, my gloomy tendencies, and my preference for cold. Physically, I feel more like a Tully—an auburn-headed boy from a land of rivers—but maybe we'll get to that in later weeks.