Southern Ireland, October 2011. I am following the traces of my father, who disappeared 16 years ago. He left with five friends for a week-long motorcycle tour. Destiny scatter signs on the road. It is The only way to know the arbitrary. In the confusion of the days, I seem to be mysteriously governed by some order that gives me unexpected extensions. If we believe that the structure of human thought corresponds to nature, then in one sense all things are related.
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