In this book, I chronicle the adventures of three perpetually confounded time travelers, celebrate a static, lull of bare existence free of discomfort but also ecstasy. The collection point fingers and blame, while also criticize that blame. This collection talks about high concepts and low concepts, outrage and mediocrity. But most of all, it tries to be creative. It is chaotic, it is warm, it is disturbing, it is inconsistent, it is rough around the edges ye