Scatter is a mess of my experiences.
Lose yourself in this poethetic account of my life. Everything from island races to rough sex, theoretical physics to yoga, there is a page for everyone. There are some short stories, poems, diary entries. Just a bunch of scatter that dripped through my fingers onto the page. Sometimes you have to stop and read a sentence twice. Its kinda like it needs your brain to complete it, so get right in there. But be warned, this book is like a scratch on your brain. It hurts.
So here I sit at the bottom of this well that has taken 20 years to dig trying to row myself out. If I continue to stir and spit and cuss and fight and dig the hole deeper, I should be able to reach the ground water, and it shall rise me back up.
This book is how I got here
"Can't read it, can't not read it!".
