“I was in a house with many rooms. The sea sweeps through the house. Sometimes it swept over me, but always I was saved.” Piranesi (but that’s not his name) lives in a House with one other. The Other comes and goes and doesn’t understand the tides that crash into the House or occasionally climb its staircases. This Other asks for help seeking a Great and Secret Knowledge, which Piranesi happily obliges, even though he isn’t sure if such a Knowledge exists. This is a strange, entrancing tale about solitude and memory and shifts in perception, about imprisonment and freedom. It builds up slowly and carefully (and then quickly and urgently) to a breathtaking conclusion.