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So many souls rushing to fill the spaces I occupy.Fierce fires in prose.A mini-collection of 14 short pieces.

So many souls rushing to fill the spaces I occupy.Fierce fires in prose.A mini-collection of 14 short pieces.

I, No Other is a cerebral defibrillator you forgot had been implanted until it routinely - and unexpectedly - shocks you back to life. They may hurt at times, dear reader, the jolts of these agitations, but it is a vital hurt. With a cast of narrators on the brink of discovery in all its forms, I No Other collects Yarrow Paisley's most exquisite absurdist interludes.

Do not forgive me, Man, for I have sinned. I am all of the millions, and I am myself one of the millions. They crowd within me, the people, and rampage among my tissues. Their frenzy is perpetual. Each one of them weeps, and brings into my body his or her own pain, and the pain of one becomes my pain, and becomes the pain of millions. It is an awesome responsibility, and I bear it because I love them. I would not do, otherwise. Yet … I have si...