A Naval vessel from the 1940s comes to dominate the dreams of a small, disparate group of people, wearing them down until it kills them.
Hallways lead to one set of rooms one moment, and a completely different set of rooms the next.
Space and time fold over one another in a crumpled, bewildering tangle. Like a physics-mad James Joyce, David bends the rules of the universe and exposes fresh riddles and startling possibilities. Especially in Fragments, where a group of idiot savants begin to develop rich, complex personalities, David's characters yank you by the hand through even the most improbable scenarios. The dream is in fact a message from the U.S.S. Norfolk, marooned inside a pocket universe code named, with government-issue wit, Pot of Gold.