Back from sabbatical: Torp, the wonderer between all chairs. In "Torp. New Eyelashes," Ron Winkler crafts vignettes of absurdity, where one can glimpse the universe, perhaps wishing for a shower helmet, but certainly viewing their own nose differently than before reading. While Torp's world may seem foreign to us, it radiates a certain coziness: The safety net of narration keeps it in balance. And doesn't the surreal always spring from a desire for naturalness, a grateful acceptance of the unresolved contradictions of existence? Ron Winkler, widely awarded for his poetry, proves in these prose miniatures not only to be a skilled stylist but, more importantly, a keen observer of our present, through which we stumble alongside Torp: As digital nomads, restless lovers, or victims of absurdity.