This is not an announcement in the conventional sense. There is no launch, no event, no expectation of participation.
There is, however, a book.
It exists because the thinking that produced it refused to remain fragmentary. Because time insisted on being described rather than corrected. Because things accumulated despite best efforts.
The book is called “Haunted When the Minutes Drag: Hauntology, Agoraphobia and Arrested Time.” (Surprise!) It moves between memoir, theory, and fragments. It concerns agoraphobia, hauntology, nostalgia, melancholy, weirdnes, eeriness and arrested time.
It does not resolve.
It does not offer solutions.
Structurally speaking, it behaves badly.
I’ve self‑published it because its form matters. Because it doesn’t want to behave like a conventional book. Because I needed it to remain awkward, recursive, and occasionally unhelpful.
I live with agoraphobia. This constrains certain kinds of participation. It also shapes how I think about time, obligation, and movement. This project was written within those limits, not despite them.
It hasn’t arrived so much as condensed.
There’s no urgency. It will remain available. It isn’t going anywhere. We have that in common.
If you want it, it’s here: HAUNTED WHEN THE MINTUES DRAG ON AMAZON
If not, these notes, musings will continue in a similar vein as they are able.
This was never about arrival.
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