The Story of Unreason is one of the two books I always dreamt of writing, but never thought it was time to. It is more than a book in that sense — a feeble attempt to cross the line between words and meaning, and the awkward dance that ensues when overambitious humans try to do that.

In simple words, it is a dense, abstract philosophical novel (with emphasis on philosophical) speaking of reality, existence, and unreason. It is the growing up story of Reason and his children. It is a tribute to Unreason who he murdered. And it is a witness to the lonely sky that lies behind when everything else has passed.

Its themes are non-linear, its narrative voice is transgressive, and its words are not meant to soothe you. If you are looking for a story to court and entertain you after a hard day at work, this is not it.
 

Sometimes, good things come out of difficulty, however, even if that is an exception rather than a rule. If you are looking for something more from your literature, and don't even know what it is, it could turn out to be for you.