Bursting with potential but ultimately felt very hollow, meandering… writing is extremely pretentious and contrived but not enough happens, thematically, for the reader to forgive or overlook that. The surrealism doesn’t feel warranted because none of these metaphors actually mean anything, and while that might lowkey be the point, it makes the book extremely annoying to read because you’re reading to find meaning and the more you read the less of it there is. Again, maybe that’s the point, but even so, who fucking cares? Not me, because I found nothing in this to latch onto.