Cover page of the book launched on Amazon :) What happens when a generation raised on infinite scroll tries to find finite meaning? Loopy Chaos isn't some great Shakespeare stuff. No flowery verses about sunsets . This is what gets written at 2 AM when the algorithm won't let you sleep. When your feed is full of outrage but your polling booth stays empty. When you're told you're the future but can't afford the present. Inside these pages: I’ve written about society, nature, hypocrisy, money, language, identity, delusion, elections — and yes, even a confused hippo without the use of controversial language. And a father's wisdom that actually makes sense. Some of it will make you laugh. Some will make you uncomfortable. Most will make you think "wait, did I just get called out?" This is poetry for people who don't read poetry. Written in frustration during the doom-scroll spiral. Inspired from philosophers. Just honest chaos from someone who refu...
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