A Man

A man walks. He walks through a dark and silent town, but also into himself. As he does so, fragments of narrative and dialogue accumulate, gradually coalescing into a number of different strands – narratives with no beginning and no end, whose relationship with each other is left open. As we move into the closing movement, there is a palpable sense of ending and the many strands come together to form one single rope.

This is a book about friendship, about loss and about what awaits us all. As the epigraph has it: ‘Man goes nowhere. Everything comes to man. Like tomorrow.’