Philip David doesn’t have any place he considers home. Philip David was probably born to drift, and that’s what he does. Where he can find a place to sit, he writes. By the grace of whatever watche...lihat lebih banyakPhilip David doesn’t have any place he considers home. Philip David was probably born to drift, and that’s what he does. Where he can find a place to sit, he writes. By the grace of whatever watches over him, he would say, he latched on to a computer. The paper he once used tended to get wet. Now all he needs is a dry location with an electrical outlet. From the fingertips of this peripatetic author comes tale after tale of suspense, ambiguity and consequences. He invites you to see the world through his eyes, a world you may have missed.lihat lebih sedikit