After having the worst day of his life, an unscrupulous New Yorker has a difficult time making his way home. He is repeatedly lost and abused, and is haunted throughout the night by a single, reappearing cabby that frightens him.

Apollo's fissured time, muted and screened by circumstance. This silky night of tears eclipses the eye in shuttered laughter. Delicious tragedy, life's movement a conflict of fractured author and masqued audience.

This one is actually my wife’s idea. This couple has this baby. The baby is very in tune to his/her parents, and it can pick up on what they wish for. It begins granting their wishes. Sounds a little weird, but I remember reading once that one of the Native American tribes believes (or …