Stories. From a certain head. Inside of which you’ll find a kind of guest room, temporary lodging for folks on their way from here to there, weary singularities seeking, above all, to preserve a crumb of self, to speak the words that define them, to heed the voices nested, in turn, inside their own heads. Suspicious of power and the demand to produce, they look through inner windows onto various elsewheres, imagining smaller worlds in which they might simply be as they are.