A moth came and perched on our kitchen wall. I was preparing rice and salad. I leaned in to peer at its beady black eyes blinked and stared back at me impenetrably. There’s been a locust attack. Crops may have, well, who am I kidding, are getting ruined.
The story begins as a stenographer wakes up to his first day, in the afterlife or the beginning of eternity. He tries to figure out the new form of life, without his body. Now left just with his soul, he experiences a whole new continuum of time, space, and consciousness.