Polly Barton: What Am I, A Deer? Art Jak close beneath the land I

close beneath the land I had once rooted myself in and loved

wild-eyed stories

But while mountaintops are often shrouded from our eyes by clouds around them

ripe with dramatic propulsion and infused with the twin strains of poetry and Continental theory

Sigmund Freud

Polly Barton: What Am I, A Deer? Art Jak close beneath the land IFitzcarraldo Editions, 2026, softcover, 248 pages, 12. 5 x 19. 7 cm What does it mean to lose yourself and is that something you should be aiming for? A young woman with little interest in games takes up a job in Frankfurt at a famous gaming company, naively set on reinvention. On her morning commute, in the familiar clutches of tedium and self loathing, she encounters a nice eyed stranger who returns her forgotten umbrella and finds herself