The war machine has become a playground of dazzling, surreal objects . Here, your fingers are diced by the Kitchen Magician , replaced by a sudden urge to write poetry. You sit by the fire's glow, a witness to a dance of flickering tongues , where fear dissipates and the fire becomes an oracle of transformation. James Sebor's collection is a descent into the archives of dormant dreams, accessible only when our sleeping librarian tends to its nocturnal duties. Journey beyond the veil of reality , where transparent sisters clad in gowns of mist navigate a world that sees their vulnerability. Your mind, like a wood-carved face, sits beside an unresolved problem , yet the puzzle is effortlessly solved. This book is a journey through a world where sanity is a flickering whisper. You will meet "cinco pods" with mouths where an ass would be, discussing the origins of the universe. You will realize that you are not a being, but a reflection of human thought , and that your existence is a tangled waltz between fragility and resilience. The vital elements of life flow through you, hardly noticed, until now. You'll find that "we all come from nothing, living in something, and the answers lie within our imaginations". For now, you are floating around in your head, touching on thoughts that electrify your brain. The universe depends on thought , but what happens when all thoughts, hopes, and radiance disappear from a beautiful mind?
