FILAMENTS is the story of Vera's two years living with Morgellons disease and something far stranger, of the systematic disbelief of the medical establishment and the man who loved her, and of the record she made before she died on the winter solstice in the back bedroom of the house on Delacroix Street. It is also a mystery: did she die of the integration, of neglect, of her husband's choices, or of something that has been patient enough to wait twelve thousand years?
Drawing on Edgar Allan Poe's architectural dread, William S. Burroughs's assault on the control systems of language, Brion Gysin's signal and mark-making, Thomas Ligotti's horror of embodiment, and H.P. Lovecraft's cosmic inhuman patience, FILAMENTS is a novel about the body as territory, the truth that institutions refuse, and what persists after the wrong explanation wins.