Life is embroiled in uncontrollable forces; millions of people walking a seemingly taut, but mostly infirm tightrope, in hopes of the elusive treasure hunt of fickle gold. Their feet trample on the fallen ones, the undistinguished, people reduced to back-alley rats. Learning to fight the only perpetrator, yourself. This journey is of havoc, the blackest plagues of hearts, the search for the tunnel with the light. A slippery gray gauge of the mind plays with fiction and facts of lives, unlived and strayed. Multiple truths lose semblance, reality and fantasy mesh, making the protagonist take the long, hard, and inevitable path toward the truth. This book is about the albatross, some choices that change your life forever. It is the glorious itch.
A part of me wishes that I hadn't read it yet so I could still read it for the first time and be in awe, so engrossed in reading that it is like I am experiencing the book itself for the third time around.
Walls and doors. Bruises and last caresses. Memories and faces we have built, destroyed and re-built as we set forth our journey from the very first page to beyond the last. Thoughts and decisions that dissolve and resurface as raw freshly cut wounds. Read it to know it.