The Dark Room of the Map

This is an unusual situation.

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.