Thomas Ott scratched in white on a sheet of darkness, tracing a tangle of lines that are concentrated in bodies puzzled, bewildered, terrified of another reality. Thomas Ott surrender to the words and let the images speak and describe. The stories are small black chips that can be read quickly, perhaps too much, or enjoy as glasses of brandy, pouring slowly the atmosphere. Tales error, beyond the play on words, are exactly what they promise: Chronicles of grotesque mistake. Maybe it's the hero of the moment to think about something that is not, to believe they can do something that is not allowed, or is the player itself to be deceived, to the last vignette. Not all stories have focused, not all stories are useful ( 10 ways to kill your husband is particularly useless, as well as outside the main theme of the collection ), and especially the needs of the final plot twist ( almost physiological, given the small size of individual episodes ) driving a little too much narrative. But still the dark fascination of the tables, perhaps a morbid tension alone is worth the ticket price.
