This is no ordinary notebook, but a taste archive dedicated to the abyss.
When the kitchen becomes an altar, knives and forks become curse tools, and every dish is a slow chewing of the truth of the universe. From R'lyeh charred steak to deep space star spaghetti to eternal mist pumpkin soup, every bite is licking the boundaries of reason, and every swallow is opening a fishy-sweet passage to the stars.
When the stars align, hunger is a ritual. This book is dedicated to all those who maintain their sanity in the abyss of taste.
