This is the first collection of poetry by James Norman, non-acclaimed author you have never heard of. It consists mostly of instructions for how to survive the desert of self for long enough to understand the thirst that drives us. They are the product of a man in his early twenties, so it’s a lot of bull-shit-but with the lighting manipulated ever so carefully to create that otherworldly television-sheen. Most of them he wrote solely to make it through till morning.
All the Broken Fire Escapes to Heaven in One Room James Norman, Authors