London, 2017. A long-dead ghost-nameless, all but formless, trapped beyond both the living and the afterlife-drifts through amount of time in search of himself. What happened to him? Towards the love of his existence? His memories slip away like the tide, tantalizingly close but always receding. His dropped world of vapor, family members, and horrific tragedy involves him in flickers and gasps. But decades-the steam age, the battle years, the age of counterculture-soon melt and disappear, consumed with a strange, hungry globe of about The Hanged Man and the Fortune Teller electricity and isolation. As more of him slips apart each day, this nameless ghost is shepherded with a fellow spirit, his sole partner in our international reality-a circus lot of money teller tethered to him by a tragic background of her own. Eerie and atmospheric, The Hanged Man and the Lot of money Teller unveils a secret written in the spaces of memory space. With insight and daring, Lucy Banks probes the deepest concerns of our age on memory space, mortality, and what this means to be human being. Echoing the haunting voices of Mary Shelley and Shirley Jackson, Banking institutions conjures the longing that comes over us inside our depressed moments, whenever we shiver and feel the current presence of someone near us at night.