7-111 [Frook 7, chapter 1.1, brick 1]

 Thoughts have ever been distopic in the head of the man. He always felt like a planet: with its mass it creates gravity, and everything around it gets captured in a flow, an endless flow of nonsense.
 Pantheist he was. Pantheist he is.
 But what if suddenly he doesn't care anymore about religions and/or religious topics and/or everyday existentialistic stuff, and he decides that his book will be a totally different thing? Well, this could lead to problems, but, essentially, metaphysically, who the hell cares?
 So the man decided to pick up a book, a book about a love story. But it wasn't, actually, a proper love story, it was more about a man who decided to walk forever with no direction and for no pre-planned time, and a woman that, if we want to spoil stuff, never actually existed. Such book was called The Man Who Walks in the Cornfield.
 He jumped on the bed and started reading it.
 The first chapter, well... looked boring.
 Now it's his choice: read it all, or read it loosely.