Description Fears lead to night terrors.
Night terrors lead to doubt.
Doubt leads to questions.
Questions lead to answers.
And answers lead to wallowing self-pity, an identity crisis, and never-ending existential suicide, because answers suck when they're not filled with scares, laughs, and a society full of lies.
But those things are for prose.
This is what happens when prose starts to taste cheap.
This is what happens when every idea you've ever heard seems like they're all cramming together in a brain too small to hold them.
Some call it D j vu but I believe the term is overused and lost significance.
This book tried to get as close to being full of answers as it could without including them.
If you see answers here, then I'm sorry.
This is going to suck.
Richard Garret Whitehead Meditating in a dark room with expensive whiskey and cheap wax to avoid writing prose, paperback/garret whitehead
