One man moves into a single-room home, only to uncover a labyrinth of metaphor. Another possesses a cryonic chamber which enables his wife to adopt a vacationing approach towards existence. A third is troubled by his brother’s attempts to discern the patterns of a dead language from out of a Ouija board’s gibberish. A fourth attempts to write his own biography, ignoring his own perspective and relying solely on the testimonies of second and third-party sources. A fifth imposes strict limits on four of his senses, so that he will be able to experience the fifth more fully. A sixth is troubled by the newest addition to his home, a real-time projection of the embryo developing in his wife’s womb. A seventh allows his phantom limb syndrome to flourish, realizing that the sensation will permit him to perform acts he wouldn’t have previously dared. An eighth moves into the only home he can truly call his own, his mausoleum. Plus seven more tales.