Inhaltsangabe
We live in a cocoon. Hostages of a need for perception that does not always reflect our expectations.
We live on the pragmatism of what is real, and the surreal something distant that only permeates the nexus. That which fundamentalizes the reason for being.
But is there the possibility of exchanging Soma, the essence of our being, the flesh that transports our Soul, our Anima for another Soma?
Would we make ourselves just a vessel of flesh for our souls, or did we manage to keep our essences untouchable?
Broderick was in a near-fatal car accident, and his brain is doomed. But his doctor just calls him Spinelli. After all, who would Spinelli be? Who would Broderick be?
Just who?
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