A book of still frames: short, precise moments in which something quietly changes direction.
A woman packs her life into a silver Mazda and drives the length of the Iberian Peninsula. Between the Spanish chapters, other stories surface — from Poland and England — like still frames from a parallel life.
Some are sharp. Some are absurd. Most are both.
No moral. No chronology. No instructions.
A book of still frames: short, precise moments in which something quietly changes direction.
A woman packs her life into a silver Mazda and drives the length of the Iberian Peninsula. Between the Spanish chapters, other stories surface — from Poland and England — like still frames from a parallel life.
Some are sharp. Some are absurd. Most are both.
No moral. No chronology. No instructions.