This collection of memoirs, essays and wayward observations, often folding multiple literary forms together in its struggle to reveal a common truth between past, present and future, is uniquely pleasing in its eclectic and often frantic combinations of form and purpose. At the same time it struggles to document the narrator’s own struggle with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, always there, shimmering and fierce as though etched in blood onto the glass of a smashed mirror, each shard reflecting a different take on our common struggle with the demons of times gone by. In turn uproariously funny and heartbreakingly tragic, overflowing with the sudden twists and turns of a startlingly original mind, Insignificant Others is a modern day Canterbury Tales, foreseeing the death of history, and traducing the accomplishments of extraordinary people into the homogenized digital kaleidoscope of the dynamic now, in which the ghosts of ancient times play joyously with the spirits of the as yet unborn.