Dead Fruits and Old Trees

A conversation about the edge of existence. One man walked into a café, sat across from another man, and talked for thirty-nine days—about nothingness and self, direction and interface, walking and sitting in a chair. This is not a book about answers, it's about being in a position where you don't need to ask questions. What you open is not a plot, but a crease. If you find yourself thinking "where am I sitting" halfway through reading this, that's already happening.