Publisher's Synopsis
You are cowards, all of you who wield words as holy weapons, raping each other in the spirit of the normalized idea of cultural ordering, where valuable touch, sensitivity to beauty and horror are nipped in the bud, so that the love you boast of so much, revealing to the audience a clumsy attempt at seeking attention, is pathetically squandered by you. The balm that you lend to the world to lubricate its mouth with is worthy of insignificant pity, for only primitive sentimentality could worship it.
