Pascal implants his eye with a green lens that promises to open a Virtual Reality world. While he waits for it to kick in, his critical ex-boyfriend/editor, a ramshackle novel about Goddesses, and the first Covid-19 lockdown make the real world an awkward and unpleasant place to be.
"Pascal O'Loughlin's poems are wry, astute, companionable, heartbroken, elegant, and tasty-and he does not leave out the fucking men with their fucking fucking. He may be showing us life inside the commodity (with its lists), inside the songs, the films, the formal gambits and institutions, exempli gratia the Institute Philip K. Dick, but somehow, also, we carry on toward the fictional horizon, accepting fragility and the inevitable harm. Tenderness will suffice." - Robert Glück
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