"Searching for a singular voice in one owns mind must be incredibly boring, or exhausting. But, by paying attention, author Angelique Palmer finds music in the many committee presiding over her thought life: there's a fantastic loop of wonderful jazz piano listing in the hum of one, an intelligent gibberish in the brilliant scat of another, the screaming brass of a blaring trumpet in a third, a simultaneous strand plays foot candle to cradle the shadows it casts and still another culls a timbre of comedy only survivors understand to be Also Dark. And that's only scratching the surface"--