Sep 3, 2021
one of those aestethic books you can purchase online so your bookshelf doesn't look empty (as if that ever was a problem) but every time you open it, it is a completely different kind of book. it's contents become increasingly more strange and worrying, sometimes indecipherable or straight up nonsense. All the other books in your shelf start to match this one. first in colour, then their contents too start to change. they are part of the aestethic now. where they ever any different? you can't tell anymore.
