no[N]sense

This is my first foreword I’ve ever written so I apologize up front if it’s not your traditional blab before getting into the grit of this freshly printed-paper. I decided to write this foreword as a simple portal into what nonsense lies ahead so you may understand the reason for which each piece of work is in here. The pieces are not in any special order where page numbers have actual value to me or why a piece is in a certain place in the book rather than somewhere else. This book is filled with nothingness and so I wasted no time in putting it together. I pretty much just threw the pages in the air, letting them randomize themselves and then gathered them up in a neat pile and put a title on it.

I digress.

 This book consists of poems, short stories, chapters from novels I’ll never write, personal quotes, journal entries and personal photography. Some of it may be offensive and if it is just turn the page and get lost in the words again. A lot of it may be confusing. It is to me too so don’t worry; we’re practically on the same page! Beyond that however is the true underlying statement of this book. And that statement is nothing.

 Most often writers try to have a main theme or meaning that carries throughout their words and sentences that find themselves on paper in a book being sold in a store on some old wooden shelf. Yet, that is what I believe separates this book from the rest. In this book of random occurrences and times from which I can barely even recall there is no overall message or theme. It is a book of randomness that has occurred to me over the past few years. Rather, I’d like to just call it nonsense. It’s my inner thoughts on paper, my true desires and unfamiliar experiences with life that even I hope no one has to live through. This book is a façade and its words may at times speak as if they mean nothing. There is no sense in speaking nonsense when no one’s there to listen.

So, thanks for listening.