Iris's life is way too perfect to be real. She's always known, but when she finds a box of old pictures in the attic the curtains open onto a stage she could not have imagined.
In a dark crescendo of unexpected turns, Iris seeks her own identity at the boundaries between science fiction and reality.
The heat of this torrid summer is drenching the old bricks and stones which have seen the joy and the struggles of the best generations of students, the cream of our nation. Young people like me, privileged and clever and envied. Now that the graduation ceremony has ended and even the last proud parents and their kids are gone, the place is oddly immobile and silent. It feels like a calming spot, one where I could sit in quiet loneliness with an engrossing novel. Very soon I will not see this place - and this whole city as a mat...