A couple arrive at a Mexican resort town as grisly murders escalate, crowds converge in Manhattan for an End of the World party, a journalist's search for the real story leads him to the facts of his own disappearance. . . Chris Campanioni's Drift is an apocalyptic riddle, a countdown to dead time, where what's scripted begins to blur with what's real and the pervasive fear of being surveilled is matched only by a desire to keep filming."Drift is a dizzying, nightmarish journey through our final days. This is one of those unique works, existing somewhere between Julio Cortázar's 62: A Model Kit, Richard Kelly's Southland Tales, and maybe Lars Von Trier's Melancholia . . . Campanioni has written an hysterical, existential glimpse of a parallel now populated with disappearing lovers, converging singularities and technological depression." -Chris Lambert, author of Killer Unconquered"Campanioni's writing is playful, unflinching . . . a much-needed reminder of our endless potential for duality, in a world that too often suggests only polarity is possible."-Harvard Review"He is Frank O'Hara traveling the hyper-connected contemporary landscape via iPhone-spawning, recording, discarding speculative versions of himself. . . He carries his Situationism between cities, between countries, between periods in his life without rest or regard for boundaries. Campanioni isn't playing at being clever, he is erasing himself to locate the sublime." -The Brooklyn Rail