We know him only as "Tweed." But we're never sure whether he is speaking of Tweed himself, or Tweed as alter ego, and we see his world, perhaps our world, through his eyes. We wander with him in the past, sometimes in the present, and very rarely in the future. For him, there is no future, only the daily task of living it through, and this collection is a journey with him.
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