A weathered dude, going by the name of Leo, suffers from cardiac malfunction and awakens in a vivid memory of his childhood home, where his long-gone mom assures him that he is also dead.Then he meets Elise, a girl from his distant past, still shrouded in affection that he never cast aside. When she perished all those years ago, leaving a large void in his teenage heart, he had no doubt that she had been lost forever. Yet here they are, one aged and one still exuberantly young, in a world with no mirrors and no imperatives, where space folds and the inhabitants can shape-shift, sometimes…mehr
A weathered dude, going by the name of Leo, suffers from cardiac malfunction and awakens in a vivid memory of his childhood home, where his long-gone mom assures him that he is also dead.Then he meets Elise, a girl from his distant past, still shrouded in affection that he never cast aside. When she perished all those years ago, leaving a large void in his teenage heart, he had no doubt that she had been lost forever. Yet here they are, one aged and one still exuberantly young, in a world with no mirrors and no imperatives, where space folds and the inhabitants can shape-shift, sometimes involuntarily, but mostly on their own accord.In between sexcapades, Leo tries to ponder the nature of this realm and little Lizzy sometimes squirms uncomfortably inside her own body, wishing to have grown old.As time advances, secrets, taken literally to the grave, are revealed, sometimes with hard-hitting consequences. Then there's the drift, a phenomenon not quite unique, yet consuming Leo's mind. If his hypothesis is correct, then time will not be kind to Elise. To complicate matters, she is displaying signs, so far unfathomably foreign to this zombie world.
I cannot recall a single instance of my showing any interest in an author's biography, only in the stories they wrote. Jules Verne, Agatha Christie, Isaac Azimov, Joe Heller, to name a few. I admire the stories they penned. Their biographies are irrelevant. Why would a reader care about birth dates, residency, marital status, number of kids, etc. is beyond my ability to comprehend. I asked ChatGPT and the bot said that biographies might help with marketing and enhance interpretation but were not strictly a must. I value the opinions of robots and other mechanisms, so for the time being I opted out. I write books which some members of the reading public will label "naughty" with a wink, and others will find deranging. Is it not plausible then that there may be people around me, who would feel uncomfortable by the association and disrespected if I ignore such sentiments and start parading my abridged life story to the world? Or the individual behind the fruit mask may be disappointing, not what one would expect from the creator of such books. Will that person not turn potential readers off? I honestly fear this possibility. Reading fiction is about dreaming, it will be unreasonable to spoil the experience with mundane stuff. Still, I do not want to appear entirely aloof, so I will be offering glimpses into my persona here: https://nekkobooks.com/diaries.php?pf=Lowell%20Nekko.
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