I didn’t set out to write THIS book.

What I started with were fragments: dream images I couldn’t shake off, thoughts that arrived mid-conversation, moments that felt slightly... off.

I began recording them to understand why certain scenes, real or imagined, refused to let me go.

Some stories came out clean, like they’d been waiting.

Others were messy, recursive, and full of hesitation.

I wrote them anyway.

Over time, a pattern began to form: consciousness bending, memory looping, strange voices h...