The Dark Room of the Map

There are no roads here. The moment you believe there is, it disappears. The body scatters, time twists, and language collapses on itself. A human being loses the form of 'themselves' and glides through the city, the night, and others. Laughter is not an emotion but a shell, and thoughts shatter without connecting. There is a map, but you cannot arrive anywhere. This novel does not tell a story. Instead, it allows you to experience the process of consciousness collapsing.