Flesh Rays/Daytrain huddles together two prose non-sequences written between 2010 and 2017 between meals. Flirting with what came to hand, or wouldnÕt, be it Ôdaily rabbitsÕ or Ôthe Duchess of SunderlandÕ; ÔLondon relaxantsÕ to Ôthe rough revolt of polyphonyÕ, the writing hopes to get inside your breath to try on its rocks and, failing that, file understandings of ÔloveÕ and emergent Ôthud-deadÕ in your nethers. Please avoid reading in an office and, if reading in an office, hold your head carefully as you rake. If youÕve ever been called ÔferalÕ, or called a life ÔferalÕ, this bookÕs for you. If youÕre a fan of line-breaks, try this on too. It works as a Ôbody neonerÕ, asks ÔHow to kiss?Õ and will revolve the Ôsixth piece of styrofoamÕ that you lend it if asked nicely. Someone once used Daytrain to shovel data-lag, and was rewarded. The plane that landed inside Flesh Rays last week has now decompressed. When you exit the station, please take your legs, others, and this dog, with you. Feed well., ifpthenq, rob holloway, flesh rays, daytrain, Rob Holloway| | 170PAGES