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97 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 30, 2020
There is no such thing as intrinsic meaning. We are insignificant specks of nothing. This truth is so harsh that we normally stuff it away [etc etc]
Someone, somewhere, kept mocking me. Or something. Or the whole world. The whole. World.
"I loved the pace and buildup of the first half, yet the second half felt a bit rushed and confusing...I would’ve loved a bit clearer and more description in the last 20-ish pages to clarify what was happening."_______________