Solipsus

Misanthropoet Solipsus

This is not a happy book. This is a collection of thoughts born from long nights of isolation and days of suspicious silence. These are the notes of someone haunting a strange online world, a spectre of modernity. These are the "poems" of an irony-poisoned young man who feels alienated and angry about the nature of society. These are ineffectual rants against the human condition itself. This is not a happy book. It is kinda funny though.