An adventure awaits as Milo sits and watches the world going by, lingering at the appointed place for the shaman-like Tommy as he chews over the twists and turns that have brought him back to where the echoes seem to know him, where it feels like home.
Maya is an illusion of the senses that blocks out our truth, and what is revealed as its journey unfolds, accompanied by memories that resonate, music that’s dear and the too few good friends, is a jumble of yearnings: to belong, to understand, to achieve true happiness, all in a world of treachery where deep running currents are obscured from the eye; where broken relationships, trip-wire pitfalls and the fight with one’s own desires can so often be disastrous.
This beautiful tale morphs gently from prosaic history to something less sure, shimmering between what’s gone before, what is yet to come and what may never be, yet all the while remaining honest right through to the surreal conclusion where redemption is found. Full of surprises, this is the heartfelt tale of one who knows. It speaks to us all.
