Media exists not in isolation, but a primordial soup of influence. We can devour the same text, listen to the same tune, but the chain link fence of causality bars us from the past as it is unrolled, upright

Environment is like a vase. Histeris and entropy will come for it. Not only for the Earth and all the beauty we observe here, but for the local star, our sun,, the galaxy, and whatever we can observe of

Fractured realities. Lost identities. Handsome show business figures. A man who doesn't exist. Confusion. What would it be like to wake up and have nobody know who you are? To have your entire history

This is a novel that took me far too long to get through. Three months. A slow, meandering burn through the start of one season and the end of another. Summer to winter, and through the cycle it continued,