an ad for this book might say something like it’s a haiku travel diary dream drama recently re-earthed and mistranslated into so many englishish paragraphs for a novel-related poem-adjacent self-portrait our hero of glues glues together with gold insomnia and a car alarm that produces unnameable small flowers of late early spring as nobody’s new odyssey reforms itself with itself you may choose to avoid this hero’s journey of course you should refuse at least twice but in the crepuscular aching beneath the sofa who talks like this anyway oh whatever you hear please come inside it’s like cats and