THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



The Five Forty-Eight...

Coats of colors and layers of undisputed lines forge ideas in the muddy skulls of people who'll listen to the message within.

Read between the every-stroke of the return key is a thought that has a different interpretation to each person who decides to read closely, thoroughly--again if necessary.

Summarising the story would be foolish.

An appetite for meaning, a quest marred by trends actively yielding.
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