Do you remember striving?
All that effort.
Trying so desperately to cajole or to bully yourself and the world into fitting, even approximately, one within the other.
No more.

Still haunted by the dreams you thought you knew you were pursuing?
Welcome to the meantime.
So what now?

Washed up, on the far shore of an obscure salvation, Frances lives a full rich life, haunted by the ghosts of unforgotten futures.
Shaping, the Vessel is a strange and compelling exploration of memory, inertia, and maybe death. Inspired by pioneering spelunkers of the mind and soul, from Borges to Beckett to Byatt, and from Calasso to Calvino to Carroll, this is undoubtedly a story, and a mighty fine one at that. But it's also (or is it?) a treasure map, scrawled halfway visionary and stuffed folded within the vessel of a story to be cast out upon the tides of time. A map to the unknown continents that we each compose unto ourselves.