This is a beautiful, sad 38-page dreamy, philosophical, experimental, amphetamine-fuelled prose-poem. I read it in the course of 3 nights, curled up in bed before going to sleep and it felt right to read it in this state of yawning tiredness. It expresses love, loss, loneliness, friendship, connecting/disconnecting, tortuous desire and love as/is death: unrequited, the end, new beginnings, reality blurring romance, what it means to be free and the concept of freedom.
"The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch,
Which hurts, and is desired." (Antony & Cleopatra, William Shakespeare).
There is no plot, I can only describe my impressions. It's good, its truthful...buy it and read it.