There is the man in the station. There is the evidence. There is Egon Schiele moving through, haunted and gaunt. There is wreckage and witness. There is something at once so tough-minded and sophisticated, and so vulnerable, something so complex and nuanced, and something so elemental. he/they/ you/that/ i is a poignant and disturbing work, a meditation in writing on what in the end can be written, traversing the stations of the psyche as it struggles using a variety of narrative and poetic strategies to survive. Resisting simplicity and closure, it is powerful and troubling work that remains with the reader long after the last page.