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These are the chronicles of a book addict, a photo junkie, and an aspiring author, rewriting the very fabric of reality one page (and one snapshot) at a time. From the strange to the unusual; the abandoned to the abnormal; the haunted to the historic; the supernatural to the surreal; the forests of dark fantasy, the cemeteries of gothic horror, and the post-apocalyptic ruins of science fiction are the landscapes of my imagination.
Damn. I was so looking forward to this, and really wanted to enjoy it, but it alternately bored me and annoyed me. Critics will likely herald it as deeply philosophical and esoteric, but I just found it to be pretentious, meandering, and desperate to be hip.
There's no doubt the man has a flair for visuals, and there are some great ones here, but even eye candy needs some substance. I didn't care for the narrative, the characters, or the story. When I found myself already skimming pages at the 20% mark, just to see if it was going anywhere, I knew I wasn't going to stick it out to the end.