Status Updates From Valleyesque: Stories

"Frédéric Chopin awoke wearing his clothes and muddy shoes and feeling the cold slobber of the orange sun dripping down his face - he didn't know if it was rising or setting, and let out a gnarled walrus groan."
What the F5CK kind of sentence is THAT?! I shouted after reading it aloud. The writing is tremendous. So far, I love this book.

Just when you think you sort of understand the stories, they will suddenly make a sudden turn to obscurity which will make you doubt again

I’ve tried a few times to search up what a Nostradamus Baby is but can’t find anything on it.

I’m so confused