People-like Trees in the NightYaakov wondered if there had been signs. ​In the mornings, when he went to look for turtles, he’d watch the mist roll over the tops of the trees, cottoning the sky, and he’d go over the past months in his head.

ImperiumHe fell asleep. He was in a restaurant where lamps emitted darkness and walls trembled, shaking off peeling paint like a dog shaking off water, revealing bloody insides. He closed his eyes and concentrated.

The Second AdamYours is a vagabond soul. Traveled distances you can't imagine, a vast black, an eternity of six years; unconscious but dreaming something somewhere, by a force of technology you don't understand.

Lady of Black Needle and StringI try to imagine your skin and its tenderness in the book. I pretend that when I’m careful with it, tender with it, your spirit is tender with me. A feeling I don’t want to name builds up in my chest.