Modern life is static. This is fact. The waves have blocked us from hidden truths and cloud our perceptions. We don't know this because the little glimpses we have gotten into the fullness of reality are stomped out, shredded at the hands of social norms. So we pay them no REAL mind. We attempt to understand what we can about the world, but we are guided by other voices. Less intuitive, less instinctual voices. 'Listen to reason', they say, and then they abandon reason. It's not that we're not who we say we are. We ARE that. But we are more. A pocket sized novella that takes a trip deep into one rainy city night by Paul Counelis (Rue Morgue, Lords of October, Halloween Machine)