"I pretended to understand, so that your father would think I was smart." -Mom
"Were you on drugs when you wrote this?" -Dad
"As perplexing as it was enlightening. A cerebral, provocative, eclectic and very postmodern mix of philosophy and fiction. Not sure if it'll sell like hot cakes, but you've certainly got me hooked." -My Editor
"It's like you tapped into the source code of a strange reality to shine a light on me." -M.D
"It just kept getting stranger and stranger as I read it... I couldn't put it down. By the end I wasn't sure what was up and what was down." -T.G
"An English Literature Major's wet dream. A fresh take on old ideas without being derivative." -C.M
"Dude just straight up saw through the Matrix and pulled us to the other side." -F.C
"It's like taking a dive straight into the deep end. As deep as the Marianas Trench and I mean that without a shred of sarcasm." -E.D
"If drugs could speak, they would sound something like this." -G.B
"This dude know how to write..." -L.B
"Dark and twisty. Uncensored. Hauntingly beautiful poetics." -T.C
"Either they'll love it and say it was the most original book they've ever read or they'll absolutely hate it for the self-indulgent theory of blasphemy it pretends to be. " -S.V
I asked only if I could, not if I should. This book is a mindful meditation on everything and everywhere that emerges from silence in my mind.
There are hidden links in between the lines for the sleuths. Elsewise, enjoy the stablished moods, sets and settings. The oeuvre and hors-d'oeuvres are an aphorism to unthinkable thoughts that could be jarring, stunning, stirring. Pithy, stoic and with specific prolixe. Every story has something for someone, whatever your Jungian archetype or appetite for shadow. It is the ever curious endeavor of getting to know thyself.
The rest...? Fibs or Fables? Stolen stories from the annals. My greatest foible was to forego false-witness in overexposing the black mirror of history. An arbitrary illusion married to futility. More than anything, this is a collection of stories about people broken by their past. I'm fascinated with revealing the fault lines showing how Humpty became Dumpty in the fundamental endeavour to puzzle out the meta-fiction of our lives. An unconventional approach, the essence: an existential analysis of the noumena & the unexamined... There are no original ideas here, simply an alchemical reiteration of a timeless teleology.
I've always had a fascination with death and life, and all that lies in between. The title of this book is stolen, inspired, an homage; playing, pondering pastiche. OG: music playlist. A haunting work no doubt. In your honor, the one we meet Everywhere at the End of Time has your name and the opening chapter of the book has littered references to song titles. The E-version comes with links to source material.
Indulge me in this anthology of the post-modern. It is a memetic and metastatic memoir of micrographies. Different characters from different places and different times will divert you. Meandering paths converging, others not. Then more of the unensembled pieces will fall into place. Some roads lead to dead-ends, ideas curveballed to the cemetery. Treasured trash or perhaps poetic misdirects? An instance of memory, self-indulgent and decadent. Precise pondering of perspectives dedicated to our collective unconscious, snapshots from a screen.
There is brevity of attachment. Try not to spoil yourself with expectations and attachments... with whom you are in love against. It's an 'out-there' exercise in (dys)functional range. Variations in style. My secret muse has been and always will be music. Rhythm and rhyme, the lyrical Nature of the lie. This infamous lie that all artists use to reveal the darkness of the words behind a tabula rasa in a codified coda.
