Thursday 7th May 2026, Rosemead, 3.49am.

#224,694 — A woman keeps talking to her comatose daughter even though doctors tell her she cannot hear her. One day, as they are calling his name in the foyer of a hotel, he shouts his name around, as if it belonged to someone else. He couldn’t talk because he had no mouth. He meets everybody and everything in this endless journey, which he thinks to be the ultimate form of knowledge.

Dora García, Twenty-three million, five hundred and eighty-six thousand, four hundred and ninety stories, 2013 ‑ ongoing.