Death walks in mysterious ways.
It is said death has a door.
What is less well known is that it also has a gait.
A rather peculiar gait.
Not a single sole that has ever stepped into a pair of shoes purchased from Henry Finger remains alive. Henry couldn't care less. He is absent-minded. His mind is absent. He is bored to death with life. Henry has plenty of time to be bored. He is immortal. But unfortunately he suffers from short-term memory. Henry can only recall the past one thousand years. Paul Livingston's feature-length novella is an isoscelean love triangle between a man, his mind and the woman of his daydreams.