Patrick Moran has been writing stories for forty years. He has written 14 novels and a dozen or so short pieces, some, or all, of which defy easy description. Suffice to say, the stories all resemble to one degree or another in prose that quaint historical curiosity known as the Mohole Project, which was an attempt in the mid-20th Century by misguided and misdirected under-employed engineer types to bore a hole through the outer crust of the Earth to the outer reaches of its core, in the hope that by descending to the center of the physical world they would learn where it (and therefore we) came from, and where it (and we) were going. Schooled in Geography, he has tried to use his word processor much like a drill bit, boring with it through the outer layers of that crenulated over-flap of under utilized gray matter we loosely term self-awareness, in the hope that the mysterious core at the center of all things would reveal itself. Whether he’s succeeded or not is not for him to say.