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I wish I could remember the name of this book. Not because I'd like to read it again, because it was weird, but because it bothers me that I can't think of it.
It was set in the future, some post-apocalyptic world where... A rift had opened up, or something? It drove most people out of this city, but attracted others in.
Our hero never had a name. He wrote poems, almost mindlessly. The words would just pour out of him, and he would scribble frantically to get them all down. Eventually they were published.
There were also these lenses that some people had. They were like beads. No one liked to talk about how they got them, it was a weird experience.
It was a red book.
The style of it was very... Visceral. Like you could feel the words that they were using, like you were actually there. An experience.
And I meant to write down the title! D:
It was set in the future, some post-apocalyptic world where... A rift had opened up, or something? It drove most people out of this city, but attracted others in.
Our hero never had a name. He wrote poems, almost mindlessly. The words would just pour out of him, and he would scribble frantically to get them all down. Eventually they were published.
There were also these lenses that some people had. They were like beads. No one liked to talk about how they got them, it was a weird experience.
It was a red book.
The style of it was very... Visceral. Like you could feel the words that they were using, like you were actually there. An experience.
And I meant to write down the title! D: