Wolfgang Lehmkuhl

David spends his days sanding scars out of other people’s marble and wood, making the past look brand new again. Nights he sits outside his ex-wife’s loft like a man waiting for a ghost that never quite arrives. Then one barroom massacre changes everything. A stranger pulls him out of the slaughter a second before the shooting starts, almost like he’d seen it coming. Now David is becoming unstuck. Moments stutter. Hours repeat. Reality folds in on itself. The stranger offers no explanations, only grim little jobs he calls the Moments. Some things, it turns out, can never be restored.

Walter, a man so filled with shame, he deems himself unfit for society and flees deep into the wilderness hoping to escape the irreversible damage he has caused. One day, the bearded exile happens upon an abandoned campsite and decides it would be as good a place as any to make his home. Though seemingly alone, with no accusers to face, Walter finds his conscience and memories will not allow him to flee. Nor will the dark 'presence' in the woods. A traveler, named Carling, who happens upon his campsite one morning, further shatters his solitude.

David spends his days sanding scars out of other people’s marble and wood, making the past look brand new again. Nights he sits outside his ex-wife’s loft like a man waiting for a ghost that never quite arrives. Then one barroom massacre changes everything. A stranger pulls him out of the slaughter a second before the shooting starts, almost like he’d seen it coming. Now David is becoming unstuck. Moments stutter. Hours repeat. Reality folds in on itself. The stranger offers no explanations, only grim little jobs he calls the Moments. Some things, it turns out, can never be restored.

David spends his days sanding scars out of other people’s marble and wood, making the past look brand new again. Nights he sits outside his ex-wife’s loft like a man waiting for a ghost that never quite arrives. Then one barroom massacre changes everything. A stranger pulls him out of the slaughter a second before the shooting starts, almost like he’d seen it coming. Now David is becoming unstuck. Moments stutter. Hours repeat. Reality folds in on itself. The stranger offers no explanations, only grim little jobs he calls the Moments. Some things, it turns out, can never be restored.

David spends his days sanding scars out of other people’s marble and wood, making the past look brand new again. Nights he sits outside his ex-wife’s loft like a man waiting for a ghost that never quite arrives. Then one barroom massacre changes everything. A stranger pulls him out of the slaughter a second before the shooting starts, almost like he’d seen it coming. Now David is becoming unstuck. Moments stutter. Hours repeat. Reality folds in on itself. The stranger offers no explanations, only grim little jobs he calls the Moments. Some things, it turns out, can never be restored.

Walter, a man so filled with shame, he deems himself unfit for society and flees deep into the wilderness hoping to escape the irreversible damage he has caused. One day, the bearded exile happens upon an abandoned campsite and decides it would be as good a place as any to make his home. Though seemingly alone, with no accusers to face, Walter finds his conscience and memories will not allow him to flee. Nor will the dark 'presence' in the woods. A traveler, named Carling, who happens upon his campsite one morning, further shatters his solitude.