The book is a wide range of self-contained short stories, poetry, thoughts and articles. Some are fiction, some are real. It is a book that doesn't have to be read in one session from cover to cover. It is a work that will take the reader on many journeys and linger on for hours. Some examples:
(What is an anything?) 'Aphra dreams of an 'anything'. Tomoko tries her best to translate her dream. “Tomoko, just think, no plane could ever fall out of the sky, no ship could sink, no train or car could crash and nothing could go wrong. Wouldn’t it be wonderful?”
(In the shadow of the sun) Three petals I picked when I was five. “He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me.” I was so glad when I was five to be alive.
(Pearl's falling) I am living inside the head that has just been hit. I am what you might say the ‘subconscious’. I'm Pearl, we are all Pearl.
(Falcon in free-fall) 124 miles an hour. Terminal speed. It will be terminal. Oh not for me, remember, I am a falcon. I can fly. Not at this speed. I am diving. If I let my wings out now my feathers will leave a trail behind me like the dirty exhaust fumes of a V8 with a blown head casket. I never tried it. I need them all.
(Wheelies) ‘Oh my God, look at you lot,’ he calls into the room, ‘It’s like in a morgue. Don’t anyone make a noise, or they think you’re still alive.’ He had a habit of stopping at each table, greet each person by name, ‘And how is William on this beautiful morning?’ William answered, nodding with a grin. ‘And the delightful Mrs Carpenter, are we in a good mood?’ ‘Go away, Paul.’
(Why did the chicken cross the road?) ‘I’m a freelance chicken reporter.’ ‘What are you reporting on?’ ‘The plight of the chicken was my calling, but the story is much bigger than that. The world needs to know.’
(Show and tell) “You will never guess it,” says Pierre as he looks at Françoise, the love of his life for 35 years, his wife of 25 years, the mother of their children. Tears break out at the corner of his eyes. Françoise steps forward, cups Pierre’s face, “Mon chéri, who did you see?”
(Perpetua) Why would you want to go to work at all? Take your car somewhere, let it run all day and collect whatever the car will earn for you. It can drive farm machinery, supply power to the grid, pump water, lift weights, anything that needs an engine; your car can drive it with no fuel costs.
(Sunday’s raj) asked Sunday once,‘what are your dreams?’ Sunday replied, ‘I never dream’
thought then, ‘how sad that this can be’
Sunday explained,‘none left to dream, I lived them all today’
(Welcome to our country) Sorry, I forgot one thing. On whose invitation are you here?
What do you mean? Is this a trick question? Not at all, every visitor to our country needs to have an invitation. Do you have one? An invitation, this is ridiculous. Not to worry, we talk about it after the strip-search examination.
(Breadcrumbs International Flyport)
Flytown control tower: Why aren’t you at 200 feet?
Fly (b): Because my feet are nearly on the ground.
Flytown control tower: How long are your feet?
Fly (b): It’s not a good time for me to measure them now.
(Consumption) I have lost count of how many cars I’ve been through, nor do I remember how many fridges, washing machines, lounges, and whatever else I’ve been through. How much of the pollution up there is my doing?
(Join me) Know that your urge and thirsting did in fact do good to us, that your good deed of swiping card helped family with a new start
(The pictures that I didn't take) Along the city streets one finds them all, the ones with blown-off limbs, the ones with severe flame-scars over face and arms. These are the pictures I didn't take, the victims of mine explosions, Agent Orange, Napalm and severe poverty. Perhaps I should have pressed the shutter but don't regret it. Living the moment with them seemed more important.