Dear Reader,
What you have here is a collection of random ideas expressed within the 2,200-character limit of Instagram. They’re organized in no particular order and by no means need to be read that way. The best approach to reading this book could be flipping to a random page and beginning there, or perhaps perusing the Table of Contents and picking a title that stands out at the time of doing so.
These essays are loosely categorized by subject—such as childhood inspirations, float tank meditations, or societal observations—and even more loosely organized by a timeline from youth to the present, so, if you choose to read them in order, just know that’s what you’re in for.
These stories were also written as bite-sized reflections, so I believe they’re meant to be consumed the same way. What I mean is that this book wasn’t designed to be a page-turner, but rather a collection of one-off meditations. It’s more like a coffee table book, a bedside read, or—dare I say—for the toilet bowl (if you’re into that sort of thing).
Happy pooping,
The Author