Part One of a metamodern trilogy.

After losing his sight in a freak accident, on a random Wednesday morning, John Grantham’s world shifts out of kilter. Unbalanced. Unfamiliar. Unordered. But with his vision empty, he is able to see more than he ever thought possible. The detail within the seams. The connections between the words. The stories that lay beyond his daughter, his wife, his parents, his neighbours, friends and strangers, unfolding in isolation and weaving together. And whilst trying to make sense of them all, to hold on, to stop himself from falling, John finds himself amidst a series of collisions. As the past splinters the present, as fact breaks fiction, as life shatters death.

But there is no such thing as a single narrative, and there are multiple ways to read each one. And so the only person who is important in all of this, the only person who can really understand what story is being told here, is you.