Pilot

We are not in Los Angeles.
Not yet.
Nor is its summons incontrovertible; the city considers refunds, of your soul.

From Moldova to Germany and into the great unwashed back rooms of a former, or soon to be, America, pd mallamo charts a course for the white knight of our regard, a woman of Vărzăreştii Noi, who is chasing a dragon without a name.

This is not America or Europe but a toroid; because geometry is a drug.

sit down and listen: