In order not to lose the most valuable thing we have, we must not forget who we are. To gain everything, we must remember who we can become.

He had no answers, just that fucking intuition that made him take to the streets before dawn, kicking the darkness to let the light of day show. He took the corners tight and walked wall to wall, his wariness of people having transformed into a generalized alertness that permeated every fiber and neuron of his body.

The sounds amplified in his ears and he saw through wide-angle lenses, his steps gripping one moment on the pavement slabs and the next on the asphalt of the road, his fists clenched inside his pockets, like unpinned hand grenades.

A book for those who were lost and for all that was lost for those who seek people, feelings, and meanings; for those who return from the land of shadows to claim a life worthy of living.