A strange way to tell a story, then, each section a sub-plot in the hypertextualized madness of a literary machine lost in the looseness of last lostness. The Lostness Monster taking hold even as the big foot of commodity culture tramples the scum scurrying underneath the surface appearance of things. Is the Lostness Monster, riding a wave of hyperbolic In-ness, a thing?

Benign? Recombinant? Laid out on a flatbed of immortality?