The business of stories is not enchantment. The business of stories is not escape. The business of stories is waking up. — Martin Shaw, Snowy Tower: Parzival and the Wet Black Branch of Language
The business of stories is not enchantment. The business of stories is not escape. The business of stories is waking up. — Martin Shaw, Snowy Tower: Parzival and the Wet Black Branch of Language
The business of stories is not enchantment. The business of stories is not escape. The business of stories is waking up. — Martin Shaw, Snowy Tower: Parzival and the Wet Black Branch of Language
The business of stories is not enchantment. The business of stories is not escape. The business of stories is waking up. — Martin Shaw, Snowy Tower: Parzival and the Wet Black Branch of Language
The business of stories is not enchantment. The business of stories is not escape. The business of stories is waking up. — Martin Shaw, Snowy Tower: Parzival and the Wet Black Branch of Language
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The business of stories is not enchantment. The business of stories is not escape. The business of stories is waking up.

— Martin Shaw, Snowy Tower: Parzival and the Wet Black Branch of Language
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