The city has been burning for months, while Dream researcher Robert is recovering from a 20th Century hangover. But the cure is a deeper insanity. He needs a new job, and a new dog, and a new wife. But he’s not going to get any of those things. Instead, like Alice, he must run as fast as he is able just to stay connected to the three worlds that are his: an imagined future London, a World War One past, and a Los Angeles present. A subtle and strangely tender tale, Robin Wyatt Dunn extracts memory and dreamscapes with the adept touch of a seasoned oneironaut. I believe Dunn is a writer worth admiring. His prose is so utterly handsome - and the rising sense of melancholic doom, so utterly palpable - that This isn’t one of the stories I remember deserves major attention for his execution skills alone. An existential masterpiece. - Chris Kelso, author of The Black Dog Eats the City