His club brothers call him Who, and he rides his Motorcycle through the darkness of a pitch-black night. Sometimes he drives fast with reckless abandon, and sometimes it's slower in more deliberate contemplation. As he moves down the highway he remembers another road, it's twists and turns, it's unlighted conditions.
Who is the traveler, where is the road, what does it lead to, does anyone know? He stops at a rest area, looks in the mirror, and realizes that all life's answers are starring back at him there. He is a Joker!
Merci pour la lecture!
In these stories, in which the author has put a part of himself, there are many interesting things to look at from different angles. It is like food for thought, which should be served to a person like a dish. He should taste it, feel what the author of this collection of stories has brought to us. And then, maybe, for some it will become clear that there are many variations of what is happening to the one who reads it🌟
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