I've been thinking maybe I should write a blurb collection.
Just in case anyone needs one.
One blurb could start very Zen-like. Like one of those Hirshfield poems.
(Does anyone really live like that? Like all Zen?)
Within this book is another book. An invisible book which is not the book but has the same cover, title, font, page numbers . . .
Ah . . . such BS. There is no other book. I up to my nose in BS today.