solivagant

The solivagant walks the streets of Edinburgh, the voice in his head incessantly active as, unbidden and unrelenting, it dissects his inner life. Occasionally other voices intervene but whether these are constructs of his own consciousness, or extraneous to it, he cannot tell. He appears to be losing control of himself, on the brink of madness even, but is this really the case, or is it just the state we like to call sanity laid bare? The novel is a psychological investigation of how a passer by navigates his way through another aimless day, and poses the question of whether the solivagant is merely a disconnected individual or might he be representative of us all.