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From the master of mythologising the peculiarities of his own existence. Making his own here and now seem eternal. Everything i hoped for: Metaphors like a sweet juice extracted from life and it’s citizens. Characters that dreamily sit above the people that inspired them, like their own daydreams of who they are in the world. A vivid tapestry of how he’s sees the world and the things it contains. A kaleidoscope of living trinkets that populate an inner world preserved, interacting forever within it, a town of invented curiosities that sadly outlives the man who invented them.