Abandonment. Alienation. Desertion. Darkness. Depression. Pessimism. Loss. How much more is needed or wanted? What is contained in this book is a storm from a mind broken lose onto paper as I cannot run from this experiment, this detachment from the self, found in this writing. Most of the rest is the sadness of my madness pouring out in a steam of unbalanced consciousness. It is OK to hate this mind babbling bitch because what is not understood or ready understandable is often hated. Experience is just what takes place between the bookends of nothing. This book can be placed between these bookends.