Inner Transmission

Books, gathered quietly.

szszsz… sz…

She thought it was the fridge.
Or the wind.
Or her own heartbeat.
But a heart does not sound like that.

One work in ten volumes, each in a different form. Begin with Volume 1.

Books

Read in order, 1 to 10 — how the cycle works.

About the author

I write about a world without a centre.
About processes that persist independently of an observer.
If anything here works, it does so through silence, not through declarations.

- Michal Klimonda