Empty American Letters

<p>Like Samuel Beckett McGonigle observes what might be full is empty and what appears to be empty may in fact be full. In this collage of verbal snapshots (where remembering becomes forgetting and the attempt to forget becomes obsessive frustration) we wander through the byways of Bulgaria and America during the forty days via the Orthodox aerial toll booths until the soul is judged. Absurdity becomes sanity and vice versa.</p>