FROM THE INTRODUCTION…

“So I hope this book catalyzes your waking up to a more interesting choice. I hope you are holding this book after running from your cubicle. I hope your heart is still beating after hearing a flock of endangered owls flying in formation over your head. I hope you’ve already smeared some cake on this book’s pages, or maybe some period blood, or mud from the first puddle of spring. I hope this book finds your juice spilling over. I hope this book finds you puking sunlight into a carnival toilet. I hope this book shakes a large, muddy part of you awake. — the Ground Felt Far Away