Tuunbaq

"Francis Crozier believes in nothing. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned in the past six months has persuaded him otherwise... has it?" 





This is just a little preview for something bigger; much bigger (maybe I should have titled this post the epitome of hyperbole...).