Terminalian Drift by Jerry Gordon

"We each experience driving reality from behind our own pseudo-toy steering wheel and dirty windshield. So, I think we each get to tell of the journey in the way we understand it. We each get to make the maps. Besides, what does it matter? Nobody really believes anyone else’s experience that much anyway."

Recently acquired off Amazon, André Cadere’s skin is not fitting quite right. It is uncomfortable and overly tight. But, how to get used to a new skin? Maybe a day of walking in the city will do the trick.

It is February 23rd – Terminalia – the day when Osaka’s pharmaceutical manufacturers distribute their excess stock for free to the city population. Drugs might help tune the skin in. Drugs might facilitate a meeting between the skin and the narrating voice occupying it.

Walking the boulevards and backstreets of Osaka, the self goes, “Moving by signs, scents and surmising pointers, I might as well have been just going lost or grasping after wayward angels.”

Along the way, meetings occur with a half-blind urban navigator, a former/hunter/lover, two fake blonds and a city block over-flown with sheep.

With its roots in drift, dérive, psychogeography and mythogeography, this is a defining novel for city walkers of every stripe.

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