from the author
There’s much to be said for those who follow an unmade pathway towards an unknown goal, hugging close their sacred, soul-saving text, while fighting shapeless demons emerging vicious and vengeful from the depths of sharded darkness, intent on paring life from limb, self from soul, and hope from memory.
This book is sacrament to the unmarked tomb of the unknown traveller. But you already know that any such attempt is doomed. Read it anyway, clutching your sacred text close-tight to your mind. In doing so, you join our traveller, and you are already better for having doubted your ability to do so.
Joacquin Fjord
from a mountain forest
showered in chilled sunshine
