Part One of a metamodern trilogy.

After losing his sight in a freak accident, on an ordinary Wednesday morning, John Grantham’s world shifts out of alignment. Unbalanced. Unfamiliar. Unordered. Yet in the darkness, he begins to perceive more than he ever could before: the seams between the moments, the threads between the people, the stories unfolding around him, his daughter, his wife, his parents, his neighbours, friends and strangers, unfolding in isolation and weaving together.

As John tries to make sense of it all, to hold on, to stop himself from falling, he finds himself amidst a series of collisions. As the past splinters the present and fact breaks fiction, the world becomes a tapestry of overlapping narratives, none of them fixed and all of them possible.

But there is no single story here.
There are only the lines between them.
And so the only person who can decide what they mean, the only person who can really understand what is happening, is you.