Most peculiar work here. Slim volume filled with a mash of found fiction and flash fiction. Jottings found on the covers of second hand books. Only the ghostly impressions, mind you, not actual ink on covers. Grocery lists – contact info – equations – dash of poetry – rants – curses – pledges. Sandwiching the “treasures” are the author’s musings and interpretations regarding the public hysteria that ensued. The unleashed madness of a core group of readers who believe something greater, if not altogether sinister, lurks in the random scribbles. I generally dislike this sort of found writing, but it does add more information about the Peninsula for those who read Broodcomb Press.