Status Updates From The Physics of Consciousnes...

Irregardless of how clear the text was or lucid the print, mingled, vile, and tasteless odors came in a stench upon opening it. My dad sent this in the mail and I waited two days to see it arrive on Father's Day. Just that morning I was watching a dog seated under a table across from me in a coffee shop I used to go to for lunch. It seemed to say that the purse was a Fortean prize and not my own.

Chaos. This book is chaos.

Ivan Antic is a madman but he has some very thought explanations behind everything he says.