Please, come along. Take this ride with me. A deep venture past the depths of hell and on to the ugly abyss of madness. Please, take a ticket. I've got several. Follow me into the grand hallways of my destructive psyche - And on to the dining hall that is my ego, where we shall feast on the architecture, from floor to wall to ceiling. I welcome you to join me, as I touch the spectral finger of absolute chaos. I can guarantee the sights I have to share will alter your perception of the truths of reality, as I know they have mine. Let's change it all, together, as one. Writer S.C. Burke puts experimental writing through the gauntlet of his own mind, and what comes out is absolutely cosmic. Readers are blasted through a shotgun, straight into the story of John Doe - a man lost amongst the depths of his madness - but even more so, John Doe is the embodiment of pure chaos. That kind of chaos that creates the Universe. In search of shedding his human vessel, John Doe finds himself in the midst of dangers that surpass Dante's venture into The Inferno - and where he goes - nobody truly knows. One thing is certain - the man without an identity is moving like a cancer of creation, turned malignant.