Born under a blue moon and sentenced to a life in search of words that might comfort a terminal case of longing, Erec Toso writes because he has no choice. His is a strange case of despair and elation, obscurity and witness. Most doubt he will get out in one piece. He also happens to teach, feed hummingbirds, and consult with his spiritual director, Simone the cat. She reports some small progress with her student, but says he has a long way to go before the best work, good and true, finally makes it to the light of day.