Surely, I can't be wrong about everything. My dark, satirical mindset also displays light which, hopefully, can prevail. Therefore, I feel compelled to write – maybe a powerful read and a unique insight into an unusual mind!
Where does a story start? One might say at the beginning, but that would take an inordinate amount of time. Frankly, there's so much material, but it's best to keep it concise and not put down a stream of consciousness virtuosity. My book navigates an ordered chaos of tragedy, trauma, mental health, despair, lust, love, and maybe hope.
It's a raw ride within the heavens of the Alps with Dante's Hell lurking in the shadows, and then the Moon rises, illuminating with dazzling luminosity, alluringly beautiful, and I ask my Lupina, my Cressida, my everything, "Dov'è la Luna?" and she raises her small hand, pointing lovingly!
