A reality-hopping posthuman identity crisis continues and only gets more tangled and kaleidoscopic. Some really great sequences that really play with Trauth's style and the medium itself, particularly a date that becomes a future car chase. It's still relentlessly, joyously queer (in every sense of the word), and the silliness only makes the serious parts feel more weighty. I cannot wait for volume 3 to be published.
This series has confused me into loving it. To be fair, Volume 2 is much easier to follow than Volume 1, although the spine cracked on the first reading. Probably just a fluke.