If perfection is all-encompassing, and nobody is perfect, then everybody is missing something.
In the abstract, we, deficiency, swim phonetically. Sound out meaning.
Though that can never be enough to make up for what we lack, this book isn’t lamenting defeat; it’s a celebration of failure.
An act of intimacy with insufficiency; a love letter addressed to Never Enough.
It is, after all, what we aren’t that teaches us how we must live. Breathe, human, you’re no rock. It is always what we aren’t that keeps us going. Live, human, you’re not dead.
Read, human, you’re not illiterate.
‘No matter what this guy says it’s just a book.’
Untrue; this book is a game, too. The Game of Beauty. It’s an octagonal card game based on space plants and dominos, which explains itself.
‘I don’t have any friends to play with.’
But I thought of you. In addition to the perfect company that is mantras, poems, spontaneous prose, and short stories, is the feature-length screenplay Neon Anatomy.
Logline: Augmented reality is the standard and emotions are accessories, colors worn by people for show. Thomas, an aspiring professional gamer in this not-so-distant future, goes viral after his girlfriend explodes; he’s left to figure out a new life with his malfunctioning tech inside of a jealous world, all while being secretly befriended by the hacker responsible.
‘Why is this all in a book – how does it all relate?’
Maybe it doesn’t. Maybe this ode to failure is a failure on a conceptual level. But if it is, is it?

Abstract Deficiency Swims Phonetically – now available.