A junkie looking for one last fix in a town full of ghosts .This is a ghost story. A junkie has gone to El Zapotal to die to rent a room in this crumbling backwater, melt into one last fix, and not come back. For someone so ready to no longer be alive, though, he cant stop clinging to the past. His old dog, Kid, who he abandoned. His love, Valerie, who he introduced to drugs. Theres no such thing as a good memory.El Zapotal doesnt want him either. The people arent welcoming, the streets are empty except for strays, and hes having trouble pacing his supply. As the drugs run out, the line between whats real and whats not blurs to the point of illegibility, and were left wandering a tenderly described hinterland of despair, hunger, and regret. García Elizondo has given us an homage to Pedro Páramo , a descent for the ages, a long goodbye with no clear line between the living and dead.