Concrete Ghosts by Greg Hoetker
You think you may know. But you know nothing. First came A Leg in Oklahoma City, followed by an experimental dose of BLACK CYANIDE / white pill. Now, as the final work of a long-conceived “Fringe Trilogy,” Concrete Ghosts is its own revolutionary, wholly American heartbeat. From the bloodstained streets of Beijing, to the bowels beneath Bakersfield High, to the brink of the 2020 presidential election, it is the pump and pull of power and paradox, and the throbbing triumph of love and memory. Concrete Ghosts is the ultimate entwining of undeniable lives, veining the outermost edges of our common humanity.
You think you may know. But you know nothing. First came A Leg in Oklahoma City, followed by an experimental dose of BLACK CYANIDE / white pill. Now, as the final work of a long-conceived “Fringe Trilogy,” Concrete Ghosts is its own revolutionary, wholly American heartbeat. From the bloodstained streets of Beijing, to the bowels beneath Bakersfield High, to the brink of the 2020 presidential election, it is the pump and pull of power and paradox, and the throbbing triumph of love and memory. Concrete Ghosts is the ultimate entwining of undeniable lives, veining the outermost edges of our common humanity.
You think you may know. But you know nothing. First came A Leg in Oklahoma City, followed by an experimental dose of BLACK CYANIDE / white pill. Now, as the final work of a long-conceived “Fringe Trilogy,” Concrete Ghosts is its own revolutionary, wholly American heartbeat. From the bloodstained streets of Beijing, to the bowels beneath Bakersfield High, to the brink of the 2020 presidential election, it is the pump and pull of power and paradox, and the throbbing triumph of love and memory. Concrete Ghosts is the ultimate entwining of undeniable lives, veining the outermost edges of our common humanity.