Gerd is born on a rotting banana at Hour Zero. He has exactly one day.
He spends it questioning everything.
From his vantage point on the fruit bowl, Gerd observes his universe: the pear collapsing into itself like a failed ideology, the lightbulb that might be God or might just be electricity pretending to care, the window that looks like freedom and isn't. He meets a cockroach prophet who survived three apocalyptic cleaning sessions by going *toward* the mop. He encounters Her - another fly, four minutes of shortbread and cosmic absurdity - and lets her go, which he will regret more than the banana.
He befriends a maggot startup bro who can only walk counterclockwise since the incident, and who will deliver, entirely by accident, the most important eulogy Gerd will never hear.
Dark, funny, and impossible to ignore. Gerd is a twenty-four-hour argument for making noise in an indifferent universe.
For readers who think too much and buzz anyway.
