With the blood of Borges in its wanderers' rivers, is a book with worlds of myth and magical realism hovering.
It seeks beginnings, invokes the inner-driven walker, ravenous for words, invokes the collective shadow, the collective lost, the collective seeker, the oceans, the wind.
all chasing miracles of chance.
And a reeking stalker in a striped tunic, a soul of longing and confession .
is existentially near.
The unknown pulls the reader like a determined undertow.