There is wisdom in anarchy, precision in chaos. Everything here is in its perfect place yet precisely out of order. Straight lines and boxes—the world growing tired of them. Correct grammar, a complete sentence? I don’t want a complete sentence. I want to feel! Words that pierce my soul. Give me that one magically placed word that stops me dead in my tracks, forcing me to stop reading, and tremble. Transcendence! That’s all I ask. Is that too much? And
