The Long Walk Home is lined with familiar eyes glowing from the darkness. It’s where the spiraling years bring you around and around, meeting the same place over again in a body softened and weighed down by loves and pains. Along the way, the voices of your dead echo between your ears, and their ghostly reach aligns your feet with soft soil and moss. The Long Walk Home is where you meet your shadow. If you befriend it, it will unlatch the door.