The Gentleman at the End of the World

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, shadowy shelves of this somber library.



However, I regret to inform you that this book is ill.



Your fingers should be able to feel the raised, diseased growths on the surface of its cover. The words, written long ago, cling to the pages like parasites, hoping for someone to observe their writhing, to feel them, analyze them, and touch the diseased core of this story.



If you insist on borrowing this book, please be sure to regularly check your own physical condition.