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If you were to record your verbal transactions, every casual and intimate conversational exchange, to be reviewed at the end of the day, what self-discoveries would you make? There is an art form in reflection. It provides a mirror for both objective and subjective analysis.
Apocalips is the communicative implosion of the human species. It is a beautifully horrific, awfully realistic descent into our hell on earth, unearthing the traits of human character simply by listening.
Apocalips exposes the psychological scars and the scabs then savagely tears them away, revealing what lies beneath our speech. It uncovers the schismatic existence heard in dialogue on a subway train, in private settings, at work, conversation in passing, social groups, and telephone or online networks.
The excerpts here are a five-year compilation of spoken exchanges, monologues that provide a brief glimpse into the daily lives of our human family. These voices are raw, gritty, explicit, crude, unpolished, fragmented, and hauntingly teetering along the edge–free.
Welcome to the festering truths and the miraculous lies, shaping, altering our conscience, clothing the soul. This book breaks nearly all literary and grammatical rules in an attempt to show how our lives are connected, woven into a social fabric. Are we truly free-thinking beings with the gift of choice or sorrowfully victimized human products, enslaved to an environment of limited selection? Are we progressing only with time and not human interaction?
This Palace of Exile shows that, even in our truest moments, we can be walking contradictions. In an age of vast technology, where the speed and methods of communicating has improved immensely, this book bares our flaws. Left naked, what we correspond still surrenders to a Babel we’ve created on earth. Often, we find ourselves damaged or broken, seldom unscathed by our life’s nightmares. In the end, Apocalips is a hope to make mankind better by revealing what we are and soon becoming.
