When I was eighteen years old, I moved across the country, from California to Boston, because I knew I wanted to be a writer. I had no money and didn't know a single person there. I spent the next nine months locked in a coffee shop writing "the pursuit of apathyness."
That was three years ago. I spent the next two years editing it.
I am releasing the novel, chapter by chapter, over the next six weeks.
This is a novel about the dissolution of a friendship, told by multiple first-person narrators. It's also a novel about my life, about the lives of my friends, and about the music we used to listen to.
This book is dedicated to the people
who inspired it.
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