A genre-bending, avant-garde work of experimental fiction that weaves together psychological surrealism, dystopian sci-fi, visceral body horror, and raw, confessional poetry. Structured around interconnected "Sutras," the book functions as a deeply intimate, fragmented autopsy of a highly gifted but profoundly traumatized teenage artist navigating severe emotional isolation, depression, and a turbulent struggle with survival.
"I was at one of my lowest...failures from everywhere.
Failed to be a good child, a good friend, failed in professional life, failed in exams, failed in career, failed in relationships, families, friends-just a loser."
"Sometimes even to live is an act of courage." - Seneca
"She was the First and Last friend I had in my life. And I cherish the truth that it's not a Lie."
He throws the long, pulsing vein over the spinning ribs of the God.
The world begins to glitch.
The brown veins turn into rivers of light. The walls of the room begin to peel away like wet paper, revealing a "living scene" of dawn and dusk, all happening at once. He sees the sound of time. He smells the colour of the dark.
"Power off," a voice whispers from the walls.
He leaps.
Life is Beautiful