This is a crazy book. I feel like I’m reading a bunch of short stories, but they’re all poems. They word spacing and punctuation is pretty different than I’ve ever seen. In “Sit In What City We’re in” the spacing is all messed up, but if you read differently a few times, it kind of has some significance to it. It makes you slow your voice down, and say words so they mean more. It tells a good story about hardships the people went through living in that city.
I liked “Engine” because it tells of a memory that was made from opening an old trunk, or at least that’s how I perceived it. The spacing is also messed up, but what in this book isn’t. It looks like the author liked the tab key on this one because all the spacing is either one or two tabs.
The one “Point” on pg. 111 caught my eye. I don’t know if I really understand it, but it’s pretty straight forward I think. There is any punctuation except for the last sentence. I like this one because I think it’s saying people are put on this earth, and their fait is not determined. And that is what makes living so interesting. And no one knows what will happen in the eternity, or when we die. Again, this book is pretty crazy.
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