Floyd Cervenka has issues. He's lost his health insurance, he's hallucinating, and the bank wants to foreclose on his home. To make matters worse, he's finding and dreaming about severed body parts, and limbless ghosts are haunting him.
It’s about this guy who wakes up one morning in his shitty little room with a complicated and evil scheme all worked out in his head. It’s about unconscious tics and Secure Containment Devices with Multiple and Recursive Feedback Loops. It’s about being haunted by old geezers and derelicts passed out on the sidewalk. It’s about trying to recall all the features of any one human face.