I cannot think of another person in this world, through all my years, stricken and blessed as they have been, like the accursed cycles of seasons, of relationships, even global economics, mired in a morass of probabilities and archetypes, always swimming against the tide like an exhausted wild salmon, struggling to def… Read more

I cannot think of another person in this world, through all my years, stricken and blessed as they have been, like the accursed cycles of seasons, of relationships, even global economics, mired in a morass of probabilities and archetypes, always swimming against the tide like an exhausted wild salmon, struggling to defy the odds, not so much for survival but rather just . . . to mate. Right there you have Kundabadtz.