This box is for you. It's all yours, to do with as you wish. Keep it closed and it stays dark in there, entire worlds trapped in endless night. Keep it closed and its inhabitants are unable to excite you, thrill you, touch you. Maybe it's better that way. It's difficult to judge what is safe and what is a rotted beam ready to give way beneath your foot. Yes. Better to keep the box closed and spare yourself.
One peek might be okay. Just a fast glimpse to see what stirs at the corners of the eyes.
There. Men and women forced to march for their daily bread.
And there. A friendly fisherman who won't stay buried.
Oh, and there. The children are insane. The elderly play games of chance with wicked prizes, and a man is in love with a machine.
A crazy lady frets over pennies on the sidewalk. Cannibals dine together over pitchers of beer. The end of the world doesn't guarantee you a trip out and you could find yourself journeying to the afterlife and back.
This box is unlike any other you have ever held in your hands. It demands restraint. The longer you look, the more you wonder. Who killed JFK? What are they hiding at Area 51? What really happened on 9/11 and where do we go when we die?
It's your box, the choice is yours. Put it down and walk away. Or open it up and explore a world of treachery and terror, greed and gloom, love and lies. From the mind of Mark LaFlamme, this is a box filled with things from which most will hide.
And it's all yours.
樂天KOBO
