This is a trilogy of very short stories, each presenting a different vision of some sort of eschatology – war, economic crisis, celestial doom. They’re fictionalisations of dream scenarios that have haunted me before, but placed into a conscious, overarching context. They all connect to a recurring anxiety about chaos, lack of control and seething malaise that animates a lot of my other work. The trilogy is followed by a brief piece of non-fiction that serves as a reflection on the context suggested by the three vignettes.
I have no idea how I chanced upon this room. It was after many hours of walking that I came face to face with the tall, heavy-set door standing slightly ajar, the colour of dense tissue on an x-ray.