19 April 2012
Somewhere there is a man. A man, sat in the clutches of darkness. One thought consuming is being: where is she?
He sits, the dizzying darkness washing over him like the sea on a calm summers beach; delicate, smooth, mesmerizing. He sits for eternity, in a black consumed trance, waiting as if one day it will all end...
This is the story of the waiting man...
The Waiting Man (blurb) • Opuss № I