Fragnemt

This is not a book that can be easily read. It demands the entirety of one’s attention for long periods of time, during which every faculty of the mind is employed in recreating the sensations, worlds, concepts, and emotions described and invented by the author. You will read it a second and a third time and notice that, seemingly out of nowhere, new sections have appeared between the old, and even the ones you thought you had read will seem as fresh and stimulating as though you had never seen them before.This is a book quite unlike any other, and each line - even the short ones - gleams with the polish of ages of meticulous deliberation, phrasing, twinned meaning, meter, allusion, and ancient etymology. I beg you to invest as much time as you can to what few words here appear, because even the most careful reader will have plenty to swallow, no matter how thoroughly they chew.Dissect this book with all the attention you would give your loved one’s open-heart surgical procedure. If you don’t understand something, pause and research it until you do, and read its context again and be glad that you did. There is treasure hidden here, deep in the strata of the space beneath the pages, waiting to be unearthed by those persistent enough to delve for it, to examine it with an adventurous mind and a receptive heart, to isolate oneself where the noise of life and dopaminergic notification loops cannot intrude, and to pore over every glittering facet of the crystalline cathedral (or is it a cathedral of crystals?) whose darkling key you now hold in your hands. We cannot show you the way, but we can be the way.Be still and imagine. Think and think again. Visualize clearly the events portrayed here. Hallucinate the sounds and sensations at all costs - the feelings, emotions, thoughts, and desires. The ecstasy and the pain. It will challenge you dearly. It is what the author intended. It is the only way to read this book: complete immersive surrender. It is, in a sense, a hivemind. Some assembly required.

This book is beautiful. Stunning even. If you ever wondered what it feels like to do mental somersaults in a wormhole while the eldritch god(dess?) known as CTRLcreep plays mix and match with your five senses and spaghettifies you across spacetime for her own amusement, this is your book.creep has painstakingly smoothed and/or sharpened an entire language worth of typographic edges to her own liking, twisting and sculpting a synesthetic cosmos at every scale.There’s something for everyone here. It reads very science-fictiony but the subject matter careens across every conceivable category… It can be delicate and violent, precious and tragic and beautiful—all at once and then some and in the span of two or three short sentences.Kind of reminiscent of Shakespeare in that you can read it fast if you want to but it’s so densely packed with layered meanings that many of the phrases appear hieroglyphic unless you slow down and decipher them, and they are very much coded to be explored and experienced.I’m not well read but this is one of the most unique works I’ve ever come across. Still reading it, absolutely loving it. Don't let my cornball metaphors dissuade you from checking it out. It's like, really good man.

The book is quite unlike any other. Imagine reading a story in which every sentence constructed is a representation of an abstract dream with immense perceptual complexity. There is not a hint of dread or boredom that can be found in a single letter of the print. Once comfortable with the authors extreme creativity, you will find yourself in a never-before-experienced climate of imagination and originality, a climate so endearing and intrinsically immersive that it will be difficult to take any other writing seriously.

An engulfing, dream-like journey flitting from one terrifyingly beautiful reality to another.

Break your mind and let the Goddess show you something truly beautiful.