What a beauty. The narrative revealed through these loosely connected (and occasionally wholly disconnected) pieces of writing is both universal and utterly unique. Can it be explained? Not in words. Well, not in words other than exactly those used by the author; the exact order in which he arranged them. It's a story of cosmic grief, predatory stillness and the gory freedom of the most paradoxically divisive bicycle of them all, the tandem bicycle. No, I've missed the mark. You must read to understand.