This collection of poetry, art, and conversations is not based on any particular chronology –
but rather on a range of themes pertaining to birth and death. Bordering on fantasy,
to me this book represents a time voyage – an excursion between imagined pasts
and anticipated futures, stretching the boundaries of concepts such as "self",
"time", and "death". And during this voyage, sometimes it is unclear what is actually "past"
and what is in fact "future". Who says time is unilinear? Time seems like a fantastic grinding stone,
and all of us are grist for the mill. Those without enough time read this entire book can catch a glimpse of it through
these excerpts. Another option is to jump around –
eventually you will end up where you began.