The three novellas stress the uselessness of the metanarrative. There is no singualr structure to define the human condition. Our lives are dictated by randomness. In a sense we are trapped by our own inability to describe ourselves and the world around us. Language is the only way to do it, yet it is inadequate. Ultimately the characters in these novellas are forced to examine themselves and they find nothing; we are without a final purpose, and that is the most terrifying thought.
