Hizār'tū: Persian 1402

"Yes. A young man got lost in the forest. Days later, he came across an old man. The old man had also been lost in the forest for a long time and suggested to the young man that we look for a way out together. No way, said the young man, I can't waste time with you. If you knew the way out, you would have found it by now. But, said the old man, I learned the roads that are not leading. That was the story, wasn't it? A young musician who wants to commit suicide wakes up in the hospital. He doesn't remember anything, not even his songs. In a place where social memory and personal memory mix and everything becomes part of a dead history, there is only one truth that he does not doubt: His body with broken ribs. He searches for an exit in a city similar to his own, without knowing whether forgetting is a curse or a blessing. Clocks, mirrors, lighthouses. Labyrinth is a new-age novel that flows sadly on the surface and is caught in sharp currents in the depths.