By Roc Morin
Stories from the New York City ambulance corps, travel in totalitarian regimes and disaster zones, telepathy, half-remembered dreams, religious miracles, 9/11, Hiroshima, the Guatemalan jungle, interviews with mental patients, drugs, cops, suicide, AIDS, badly-ended romances, the end of the world, brain damage, through the power of science - a chance at eternal life.
I crawled back into the ambulance, fell asleep, and had this dream:
An orb loomed overhead - silvery and flickering like a beetle’s wing - just blowing in the breeze. It landed. A woman carried me inside. She stripped me bare, stripped away my clothing. Insatiable, she peeled away my skin. With brailleing fingers, she devised my seams. She popped and reeled my nerves in tangled coils. She plucked ripe organs from my chest, collapsed the rest. Chewed my bones and blew the dust.
I fell in love with this woman. It was one of those dreams where the dreamer falls in love with someone who does not exist. The dreamer has fallen in love with his own invention, and when he awakens, he is heartbroken - heartbroken with the missing of himself.