Publisher's Synopsis
I knew my father for ten years, but I never really knew him. I remember stories from family members. He was a business man turned 'philosopher', whatever that means. I only know he left us when I was ten. He tried to be a father, but there was something... always something missing. Even when he was with us, he was distant, as if on some far-away planet. In the end, all he did was sit in front of a computer and write. No one knew what, and no one cared. Then the son of a bitch had the nerve to go and die before I could ask him, "Why? Why did you live the life you led? Why did you leave us, and the world, to become some fucking hermit in front of a screen?" It was only after he died, and I went to his small room in an apartment he shared with his mother, that I found him. I found him in the words of his journals. These are his words. Words that have forever changed what I call life. Based on the dates, I started with his latest quotes. There are tens of thousands of them. I never knew. At times they seem repetitive, almost as if he was building something, or something was building him. In many of the quotes, it seems he was talking to someone, or someone was talking to him. But I finally met my father. Now so can you...
