“My mother is a big fan of precision, and tries her best to maintain it. Unfortunately, her own incompetence gets in the way. Dinner is served, except when a can won't open. That's the way she is: fine unless something goes wrong and that minor obstacle becomes a huge wall she can't scale. She becomes helpless whenever things don't go smoothly, or exactly as she imagined them.”
This book is a contemplative work that delves into the essence of simplicity and the profound beauty found in snow-covered landscapes. The narrative weaves a story that reflects on the complexities of life through the serene and pristine backdrop of snow-covered scenes. more
Gregory Galloway is a writer, with specific details about his life and works being unknown. more
“Tis because we be on a blighted star, and not a sound one, isn't it Tess?”
“Beware of the words "internal security," for they are the eternal cry of the oppressor.”
“We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water.”