For three years Neil shared a morning commute and never noticed the choreography that held it together. Four years after the world stopped, a closed road puts him back on the old platform, where his hands remember something his mind let go of. A story about who we stop seeing.

In a valley where the river runs slow, a gentle man tends an orchard of young trees and finds the place he is not the wrong thing. Then a cold question takes root among the villagers. A Wildean fable about mercy, suspicion, and the names that other people hand us.

Frankenstein's monster is, contrary to popular belief, extremely articulate. He is also extremely tired. Hauled out of his own novel and into one ill-fitting adaptation after another, each louder and stranger than the last, he wants a quiet life, one uninterrupted sentence, and for everyone to please read the book.