I cannot recommend this. Or can I? This actually happened to a buddy of mine haha yeah my buddy I swear. This story, told here almost like a conga line of vignettes of dripping, crass perversity, has still always struck me as genuine exploration. It's sometimes obnoxiously lofty, yet still creates this stroll through the foggier corners of sexuality in our mechanized world. Sex as movement and repeated collisions. What remains of you after a wreck is still provocative, but never what you once were. No two windows shatter the same way and no two hulls crumple, are reborn, into the same shape. It feels like a cat's cradle being configured in a few sad, beautiful ways before being left again to be twine.