The Complete NyapiZding (collection)

About the contents of this book, one thing can be said with confidence: Zaratustra didn’t say anything like this. But it’s probably that he thought about all of it more than once. Because the questions are getting simpler and more obvious. Gripping mind-chases of a thought that slips away; the forced use of letters from the Cyrillic alphabet; the brutal transformation of meanings; a coffin on wheels of samsara; bloody traces of midnight illuminations; the dazzling glow of human stupidity—everything is like that: incomprehensible and uncertain. And Max Fry didn’t say any of that either. He just, from time to time, wrote it down—on paper napkins in cafés, on the back sides of advertising flyers, on elephant blankets supporting the earth’s solidity, in cumulus clouds, in his own phone, and in the margins of the newspapers from the day before yesterday. Because sometimes writing things down is the simplest way to think and formulate.