It’s a conversation, or at least that’s how it started. It’s about the death of a man in Kansas and the birth of a baby girl in India. It’s the sound of water on rock or the taste of fresh-baked bread, the sight of a meteor shower or the smell of rain. It’s the handshake of a friend or the embrace of a lover. It’s about community—when soliloquy becomes colloquy, when relationships are made whole with others and the Other. When man is in isolation he will befriend anything. It’s about a man alone in Alaska. It’s about Mikey Sweetzer
andthe Porcupine.
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