Younger Selves

"Now you are bound..."

In these enigmatic stories-potentially true, or true in the way dreams can be-an unseen exchange between sleep and the urban landscape reshapes what seems stable. Tunnels open onto spectral doubles of familiar streets, crimson sigils watch from plaster, and an ocean can seep into a room that has never seen the sea.

What is the price of using a forbidden, magical word? How will the games of fate shape the artistic identity of a restless young man? And what does it mean t...