These stories are written as if they were happening to different people, but really they are happening to only one person: Micro, a remarkable human soul passing through many lifetimes, again and again, and you his faithful or not so faithful shadow-reader, tagging along behind him like Sancho Panza once, twice, now and then, or maybe only for half a page before tossing it. On these loose, non-deterministic trips neither Micro, living and re-living...