“He is a strange man whose fortunes are stranger. To be honest, he is no longer a man. In fact, there is no way to understand what he has become. Not so long ago, he was a writer who was fascinated with the surreal and the strange fashionings of the hidden crevices in human consciousness.Then, by accident, he discovered that -he was becoming his writings-.

But by that time it was too late.

The problem was this: the central figure in his writing was an impossibly advanced alien intelligence that knew nothing of its origins and was trapped in a crack in infrastructure of a large commercial building. It could not move. With its body, That is. But its mind? On Earth… it’s mind was a god. It was an embryonic god, trapped for reasons it could not discern… on a world with intelligences whose minds and bodies it could access directly -as its own-. He did not even notice as he was being transformed… slowly… into the divine monster he had imagined in his mind…”

— overheard overhead