Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow: A novel

And what is love, in the end?" Alabaster said. "Except the irrational desire to put evolutionary competitiveness aside in order to ease someone else's journey through life?

What is a game?" Marx said. "It's tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow. It's the possibility of infinite rebirth, infinite redemption. The idea that if you keep playing, you could win. No loss is permanent, because nothing is permanent, ever

There is a time for any fledgling artist where one's taste exceeds one's abilities. The only way to get through this period is to make things anyway.