I don't know, I don't understand anything. I mean, I watch, I read, I listen -- but what do I know? Sometimes I think I have an idea, like there's some meaning or something, but then it's gone before there's any resolution.
I sometimes slip inside, you know? Like it's my story. I am sure, even. But then, well, it changes again. I think this is really me now, but is it? How would I know?
Maybe one of the others is the real me: the man who kills, the boy who hunts, the detective, the surgeon, the amnesiac, the victim. I shudder to think that some of those lives might really be my own. Their reality scares me, even as I wake from it into another. And another. Sometimes there's a theme, I think, a reason for this one to come after that one, but even that passes, and I am in a reality, and for a time, it is mine.
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By graveyard_greg
Oct 15, 2009
"Slice of Lives" I'm biased. I recognized at least three instances based on the author's life. Maybe it's because I lived with him in San Diego? Nah! Chunnel Surfer II is an experiment, and at least for me it works because I finished it in a day. The essays were well written, the stories were fragment, though some had the feel of finished works. And while you find out the secret behind these realities, is it the cause for all of them, or is there a deeper meaning? I dunno. I don't care. The experiment worked. That said, I'd love to see the author flesh out some of those longer pieces of fiction. The intelligent cats would be a instant buy from me, not to mention the walker and the Silent Hill tribute. All in all, try the preview. If you like it, consider purchasing the book. You won't find this on the New York Times bestseller lists, but maybe it'll climb the ranks of Lulu.com's
