Nothing fictional but the accuracy or arrangement (she catalogs women moving through the world. These women move through mundane activities — tossing out spoiled food, watering plants — that branch out into infinite dimensions of consciousness, memory and sensory experience. The subject herself — simply “she” — is relegated to the title page, allowing the reader to experience her impressions and actions unmediated. From this vantage point, at once disembodied and deeply felt, the stories read with their own resonant clarity, as if viewed through a body of water, the bottom visible but shifting and refracted, shimmering always.