There once was a time when the landscape of imagination was vibrant. Dynamic. Alive.
But that was long ago.
The landscape of imagination is now bleak. Barren. Seemingly dead. Devoid of original thought, of commentary, or inspiration.
But far off in the distance, something remains.
Hope.
Hope of reason.
Of heart.
Or humanity.
You will find that hope, and the imagination that inspires it, waiting for you in the stories of Out of the Way Places.
There once was a time when the landscape of imagination was vibrant. Dynamic. Alive.
But that was long ago.
The landscape of imagination is now bleak. Barren. Seemingly dead. Devoid of original thought, of commentary, or inspiration.
But far off in the distance, something remains.
Hope.
Hope of reason.
Of heart.
Or humanity.
You will find that hope, and the imagination that inspires it, waiting for you in the stories of Out of the Way Places.